Fragmented by each malevolent mood
tranquility would boast in abundance
whereas abhorrent ramblings enfeeble
sustaining one's savagery of the mind.
How macabre does it feel to believe,
that once a traversty is committed
another takes it's place in elegy;
towards it being forced by vengeance.
Not to incorporate the calamity it brings,
but how reverberate can move such things.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem