Let me go to hell,
to find heaven, if satan has been killed.
My steel body melts the poetry.
What fires the poems?
Quintessence. I am sacrificing my
life for unknowns. Peace? Is it possible?
If you come, you
will break. We have to move towards
freedom. Are we not equal?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem