On this one we part eternally. I go on to being one day true-
ahh, yes, unto infinity in flips and flops around that spout- while
you are eternally Out, More Out. more OuT. Out of the covenant:
of life created, celebrated, as Nature, God, while you - such evil, cruel,
are all about plain Fraud, puRe Fraud, all Fraud. And so here we part
Eternally- I unto genuine, authentic, and celebrated and respected Life,
you see-and you unto your imposure and wipe edge of pure fraudalancy.
For you are plain insensitive and cruel with fraud's aggressive hammer
as your deceptive and deluded sentiment of how it is you're cool.
But you are not. You are not cool. You are plain and simple Evil Fraud!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem