I've cried tears that turned to oceans.
Since the dawn of man, I have all ways been larking.
I judge not the color of skin, nor age, nor sex.
I rule time, and when it runs out I take it.
I am ruled by no god, nor will I bow to any.
I am anger, sorrow, I am sin fulfilled by man.
How I cry, and wish my eternal time would come to an end.
Until then, I will lark in the shadows and reap what is mine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem