I had secret missions, under the snow and land,
Into the war I forget my news of loneliness
And schedules of peace shall overwhelm me in ampleness,
In a battle of prowess, offered by the Above and the sand.
Secrecy is the key to survival, and my deal is a complete one,
Inside this feature is a top belief, a magical relief, and a tonne.
The exploded ones are my explosions, and the brothers are made,
What do you say to these chances? These applications are betrayed.
I have a secret, and that is to delay, to be patient and innocent,
It is a crime these people make on the bloodiness of the achievement.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is a very good poem the last line is very deep