The world spins by me in colors of iridescent neon.
Eons of eternity have come together for this, the world of us.
A decadent, luscious place of utter hedonism.
It’s only a matter of time until we self-destruct in a plume of our own noxious smoke.
And then?
The world will bow down to that which it wants to become.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem