Morn has brought replication with ever changing haste
Laying waste to our youth with a cruel vengeance
As we ponder the change in our refection
We see a face that gives no calculation or recognition
Blame do us all a fugitive concealed
Only seen by the changes in life
Though denied must be accepted to be real
Hidden truths are christened in sacred publication
Passed on by priests in exchange for, collected alms
The payment due for their deserved veneration
Our fates were decided by a wager made long before creation
In a gamble we would convey the execution of sin
When confronted with temptation
Unjust punishment for anticipated transgressions
Forever forced to love those in charge
Or be faced with eternal, God damnation
(12/03/2013)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem