For there lies a forbidden land,
Something truly to be seen by the fans, I once thought I was ready.
It turned out I was not to steady.
Blonde Logan Paul, walking the lands, I hope there isn't a Forrest there.
For I hear the clicks and clangs of white monster, it fuels my veins, I want it, I want it, I want agartha.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem