Baby breath's allotted time, only rejuvenates inhumane criminal crime...
Blessed days ahead for ye, lest we consume our mortal-ed vestige.
Cosmical intrigue delays uninhibited displays...
All consuming come-up pins-regale to hardened stays.
Regret not the slotted rot...
Brain-washings continually erase fond memories of dismal decay and
raunchy morals this festering faked sorrow and implanted sadnecsessity eaten food for thoughtless hatred and bigotry.
Hate, hate, berate...
Hibernate into a lofty languished Liberational lounge.
Regroup and scrounge...
Defecate all negativity into a wading pool of moral elation.
Raise once more the bar of celebrational liberation in freedom's hallowed peace filled halls of antiquity and norm.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem