Have your ever thought
That maybe we are already dead?
That this place we call Earth
Is our punishment?
After living our real lives
We were condemned to a
Lifetime on Earth
The ones who die young
Are the lucky ones-
The ones who didn't screw up
Their previous lives
The ones who live to a ripe old age
Well, they must've really screwed
Something up, for such a
Long sentence to Earth
The suicidals-
They're the geniuses
They understand that this is Hell
And they've found the loophole-
End it yourself
Because if this is our punishment
It can only get better, right?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem