At the intersection of two lost highways to heaven
I met with a weird bird with a human face
The color of its bulging eyes, violet and raven
Rang a bell, yet was I that scared to touch base
It said it meant me no harm, and was good at heart
A reincarnated angel that once fell from grace
Wishing to prevent me from making a false start
Was eager to recant my deadly sins with a magic mace
But first I had to deal with an infernal spawn
Responsible for sins not covered by other devils
If I succeeded in winning the battle, I'd hold my own
And never regret having to choose the lesser of two evils
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem