Soak my soul with fire
Burn it into ash
Torch my mind with water
May my legacy not last
Soothe my bones with hammers
Crush my flesh with knives
Fortunately I'm not a feline
I do not have nine lives
I will not live forever
In this I have much hope
My life does not have meaning
How could I ever cope
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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