Like a tool to undo...
All that is good.
For the purposes to implant,
A controlling that enhances.
One's chances to produce fools...
Does not harvest what is expected.
A success envisioned to become accepted...
Like a scientific test that rejects a manifesting,
Is not a timidness that is fed to breed.
But a monster that frightens,
And bites the hand that feeds a grandiose plan...
That poisons those of manipulating minds.
Finding themselves spiritually destroyed!
On precious land where they now suffer and beg.
And endlessly strategically used instead.
In an effective process...
That leaves them mentally dead.
With lives once lived in selfishness finished.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem