This World,
This World is all crucial crucial,
This time's are harder,
Every breathe,
I can see my own graffiti,
That this world is in turmoil,
We create false and say true,
All I see is not good in killing burdens,
There are many idiots out there that can ruin,
Maybe I can compose another thought from own earthly spirits,
It's us who made this world,
Whilst we deny deny being laced up by true knowledge,
Whilst we deny the New World.
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I would like to translate this poem
As predicted this world is doomed, better we make the most of our little time than cry! Good one.