Calamity is the sin of eternity,
Killing is the art of this sin.
Jostling my shoulders, the people
Are a crowd so rowdy
That they are punishing me
And it is sheer disbelief for me.
For to kill my design, it needs
Courage and killing is my art.
Calamities rock the world more than
Me. Some of us rule the world,
More than me, and they kill the sins
For eternity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem