Death is too powerful, it describes me
As a scribe too easy for books in death.
Smaller than life, a mistake emerges,
This mistake becomes conflated with errors
Of great centuries, and so death rolls on.
Remove from your possessions
The meaning of death and sacrifice.
A villain vanquished, we slay with damage
So that deadly people slay each other.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem