Don't preach your vermin 'pon my soul
My ears be deaf to the dross you toll
The axis of Earth, she soon shall bend
to the likes of you- And thus, The End-
of darkness, space, life and tenure,
of misquoted doctrine in generous measure;
the wheels come off, you beg like a snake,
chased by a mongoose to prelude your fate;
'Light' will shine, and judge your guise,
reveal and display your smoke-bag of lies,
a Spirits flame shall blind your eyes;
its Light will judge your hideous pleasures,
your vacuum of hate, deceitful endeavors,
unto timeless darkness, your finite tenure.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Light' will shine, and judge. You have very deeply presented this poem with broad sense of expression. This is definitely a brilliant poem...10