I'm not that wise that an old man needs my guidance.
I'm not that smart that an old man needs my opinion.
A devils dominion.
He dominates with pure words.
Manipulation thought to be from a god as it is heard.
A kindness completely ignored for a greater knowledge.
Understanding the metaphysical mind medium into the soul.
As if I ever could.
My skills are way over estimated.
And to keep your hopes held high do I tell such an elongated lie?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem