Earth is a looking glass that allows the Universe to see itself.
Satan has convinced you that higher realms are better than Earth. He does not tell you that boredom is your only sin and death merely your last breath.
Revel in the little deaths of your ecstasies for all life spawns from death.
Heed not his serpentine tongue…
ROTMS
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem