Without much ado,
I plunged into the
memories I left behind.
The influential secrets of time
helped me on the way.
Therefore I stated my confidential
lines of fire.
The ashened reality related
it self to the
further expanding despair.
I stated and went on,
searching for signs.
The signs which indicated
fall of Satan,
from the age of enlighten times.
So, I give up
no more plunging.
The multiplied souls of Satan
rules the time
The shabby, unearthly darkness
slides to its black hole.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Deep content, great imagination and wonderful expression....similar to my thpought expressed in I CHANT, CHANT AND CHANT. I think we are all feeling the same way......10