My sleep is my protector, it is the lesser death,
I contain all my sides and angles within these walls.
The animations are supremely good as they fly to us,
Their fall is from the sphere we call life, a descent of wellness.
My sleep protects me, as sleep flies not crawls,
Fleeing from the battlefield of life and distress;
Many sleep in this eternity, an eternal death has occurred
If you witness the final death which inhibits a soul.
My sleep works in the red world, the yellow world and the whole
World as it begins to collapse and fold into pages of the dead.
May we die along the lines of a confrontation, a conviction,
And a resolute beginning of wonders and magic of the realm.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem