Many healing temples will form across the lands
Leading those in who will open and recieve
The chosen ones will bring light in their hands
Feeling the ultimate guildance in full force
Masses of souls will gather with hope. Pain and suffering is cast out with each passing hour
A new world with war and crime in the past Unthinkable beautiful changes not known to man
Few may run but millions will embrace the power
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem