Forlorn of all hope,
lost in this godforsaken world.
These desolated streets; that I walk.
Left with satans minions, That I talk.
Corrupting my mind to make a deal,
to reap my soul before its due.
Degraded in one, I cant give in,
stand tall, fight the sin.
Adulterated I start to excogitate,
Devise a plan to free my soul.
First I must become a martyr for your sin.
Ail for you, my key to get in.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem