I am meat
in a pit
filled of death's creatures.
There is no escape,
for I am one with death
in all its forms.
Ultimately,
death always wins
no matter how hard I try to survive.
What I say to death would be:
"though you take me,
you cannot take my soul.
For I know I shall live forever
and overlook,
what is clearly,
the cesspit of humanity".
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem