What have I done?
This evil menace won.
Impossible to run
Because there no longer is a sun.
The buildings lift themselves,
And the churches ring their bells
Impossible faces front
And the reality is stunt.
They skys now burning red
The clouds speak with the dead
And for now hell on Earth begun
Perceptions of reality are far from fun.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem