Round, round and round
What's your name?
Death and crimes
Where are you from?
Is the play of man
Or the game of lord
When will i know the truth.
I think this game or play
Has the ever sports on
But still the world
Does it, rely on it
Finally what will happens
Only the lord knows.
You continue and continue
Your round round play
Crime, sloughts do it
You just continue man
Death! death! death!
Thats sure at your hands.
Play as more as you need
The game is on you
He will make you play
Till you breath which you breath.
death death death thats sure at your hands. excellent work...10
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I would like to translate this poem
spare your life to live great words