Potential energy turned
Into You and I, rotten future meat
Kinetic energy and much heat.
Short and direct as dangerous sect,
Founder of a religion like dear Smith
It was a reality, not an urban myth.
Not principles, that I actually avoid
Nor lack of Cassandra's touch, see,
Most of the things in me are not I
So to the dreams of fulfilled prophet
To those was left another goodbye.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yuumei, thank you. Kind regards