My blood is boiling.
My soul is warm.
The kindness in me is almost gone.
My mom is sick she can’t move.
That why I can’t lose.
My soul is boiling what should I do?
My love is gone.
Mankind is not kind it’s evil is cruel.
My blood is boiling that why I’m cruel.
But I have not loss the duel with life.
I have a secret weapon the name is Christ.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem