A question deep as the mystery of life......
The world flies like a kite
Dark and deep like the night
Christianity became a thing of the past
The bible became an ironical term
People read but don't understand
They know but hard to practice
Are we leaving like this?
No, we aren't, change your thoughts
Brace yourself and reflects the word
This is the end of the world.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem