It becomes extremely difficult,
To eliminate...
Both waste 'and' B.S. from one's life.
No one realizes if the decision made to do it,
Is right...
Until a confirmation comes from someone.
Who then states,
Without hesitating to wait...
'If only I knew what to do,
To rid myself from the smelling of hell.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem