Corey
An imaginative genius who’s hypocritically oxymoronic
The brother of Hate and son of Evil
Only loves poetry, video games and nerds, Martial arts at most
Feels reborn but saddened as life underestimated him
All he needs now is love to ease his need for his grandmother
Lives life only fearing the most high and fear itself
He can only offer peace of mind, wisdom, and a few giggles
Wishes to see Lupe, peace, and inevitably nonexistence
Governmental resident of Sprenger ave. but stands by disaster
3T
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I would like to translate this poem