Ow! What a beautiful day,
The sun singing a bright song,
A chorus by the sky, yet the clouds pay
Their respects with a dance until they sweat so long.
Oh! Silent peaceful night
Chasing me to my cheap restful vehicle
With your soldier and his army of great light,
Drove to my dreams and nightmares, what a great recycle!
Oh God! To you, how precious I am
That every creature that breaths bow before me
And I make walk and talk all that live not, while some
Hovers in my fate, thus the spells and wishes of my desires I let them be.
Doomed World do I really need you in my mind?
And leave all these Godly riches that away from them I can’t even hide.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem