I wouldn't even let a seed of mine be burrowed,
because I'd rather kill myself again then have a child dealing with a future they didn't choose.
Our end comes, when we first had our thoughts. But the Apocalypse...?
That's the only thing I will never accept.
There lies only one thing that stops mankind between its beginning and apocalypse;
my soul, my freewill, and if I'm gone...
The future - forget it. I'll tell everyone to accept our fate, upon my last breath.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem