when the weak and the blinded fall into
hell's flames,
then the angels from the heavens shall
set for them w/ them mischiefs...
when conspiracies connives w/ the
truth and the folded
then the confused will be enlightened
and the liars will be silenced
when the locksmiths of hell purges through
our gates of conscience,
then our selves will be reckoned w/
his blinding holy presence...
but when insecurities and hate covers up
your only means of faith,
then one by one we will fall
as the blinded and the frail...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem