I followed no one into hell.
For i was the first to tell.
I passed over the lake of fires.
Watched the wretches twist in flames.
I drifted above the ring of liars.
Still shouting out others to blame.
I saw the wicked and the slothful.
Living so deep in something awful.
I saw the great beauties of pride.
Looking into mirrors with no eyes.
And I made my way to the ice.
A frozen lake where i shall dwell.
Forever freezing is the price.
Alone in ice..for i have fell.
For i am the first to tell.
I followed no on into hell.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem