the nails cut deep, the body speechless and broke, his hair dripps with blood, THIS IS MY CUP, THIS IS MY RECITAL, the thunder snaps as the fugitives kicks, his time is short, better get on your knees, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , and plese pray for JAPAN, , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,
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I would like to translate this poem
all wars are stupid and awful... they are full of tears and pain... they come with death... good writing...