I saw a counterfeit smile
stretched for miles
sent through satellites
or telephone wire
making my desire
to burn you with fire
erase your name
or call you a liar
anxiety gets higher
I hear the angels choir
sounding my defeat
my teeth left broken
bleeding on the street
they were once pretty
so I made a necklace of them
Youve got no heart to mend
Light will bend
the earth will shake
from your mountains of lies
and smiles you faked
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I would like to translate this poem
well bryan, we get attuned to all these, and behave normally under normal circumstances / or abnormally under abnormal circumstances...to survive.