Uncertain of one's reflection.
Poised to vain deception.
Lovingly caressing thoughtless decisions.
Vagrantly walking life's wonderful ruse.
Contentedly wanting to light destructions fuse.
Vigorously fulfilling devastations diagram.
Hauntingly gleeful for pitless descent.
Marred by irrelevant social explanation.
illict intent is our percent.
For mankinds spiral to the unfailing pentagram.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem