Sin!
With the four horns on the golden altar;
Sin, in!
In you with the muse of hate;
Of the truth!
You can't stop it;
Stop, top!
Try to overcome your sins.
Lust!
Destroying the world;
Lust!
Strapped with bombs around your waist;
And, ready to kill people you don't even know.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
well writ a message to society, terror identifies none but kills thank a lot keep on writing voted for this I love this