One night varies with the deeds of honour,
Brave battles surge on with infinite recessions;
One war is enough to wage in a scary salary,
The money is the beauty, the riches are coming.
One night dissolves sin and all-happiness,
The fiend is a considered being of unwelcome news;
The demon digs hard on the shoulder, whispering
Strange incantations of the incarnate hell.
One devilish son has overcome the daughter,
Fathers and fat mothers open the files and ranks,
Closing the doors to sad strangers of a satanic heart,
Worshiping the clothes of a creative weird woman.
One day is apt to burst as the flames of young doubt,
Those in power be strong, those in craziness be dim;
Easily watch goons and ghosts for their differences,
Some have acquired feelings to your doings of late.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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