I am the ethnic pen
the līt among the living
the server of the world taste.
I am not brave
but I'm not a coward
I have sense the hell now I'm wise.
I am the agent
agent to the light
progress of heaven.
I am the word
that serve the link and ink
they make me in will.
I am the Prince
I design the prate for a prayer
I I'm the honk of heaven.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem