</>Okay let me force my words to become history that would leave a salty taste which will describe my life at this very moment.
Thoughts of truthfulness disappearing since I lost the sight of beauty which was god.
Busting my brick creation that blocked god from in lighting my life just because I thought I saw someone better then god,
up until my life fated away like burned up ashes that were been blown away by the wind of the Holy Spirit.
Creating my life to become fatal “(FATAL LIFE) ”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem