When does the bizarre become sane as white bones?
One who is hale and hearty shall desire peculiar ends,
Vanishing once formed from the mud of the egg.
It is the ability of the deformed that contrives a picture,
One absurd and abnormal creature has adorned the ether.
The children have crawled forwards and backwards
When religion has asked for the main order to be complete.
Concerning us is the safety of others, dealing with their dis-pleasures,
Mocking their hard-earned money and cash for their rules are futile.
Why do the bizarre speak of material ends?
Peculiar and truly ablaze are the victims of this tragedy,
For their ends are to meet with one another.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem