Civilization- Only nine meals away from anarchy.
Blast from the past-
Lines of Angel's amonst my Heaven.
Woe Scarlet Red Eyes.
You who time cannot touch-
You who time cannot erase-
Civilization- Only nine meals away from anarchy.
Wear your Pride high in Heaven.
If you reach it; have fun with the fall-
Then, beg for a savior to come.
At the light house I wil stand and watch-
Fall with peace, fall with pride.
You are forever lost in time, for all eternity.
Just laugh and cry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem