Bring the key, receive upon your believe,
I need to pose you a question,
Can the darkest midst receive
The blurred red-light compassion,
Amen
I'll be knocking down the floor,
Whenever you need my floor,
Are you the only one so long I'm living
You waked my heart, so long I'm giving
Amen
Our byte helps the government,
And anyway gives tips to friends,
Customers of chapter five,
Remember when we use to sit,
In front of our mansion, is this it
All the traffic jams, the cut in forest,
If not my Juliet would love Orest,
Some nice suits some gowns for,
The mayor around this countryside,
All the while they carve on the other side,
Amen
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem