As I prematurely stand face-to-face with God at the gates of heaven,
Maybe he'll realise I'm not an utter disgrace and my sins shall be forgiven,
Or maybe he'll see through my fake smiles that have ultimately brought me here,
And he will find no better excuse to shun me to the Kingdom of Fear,
There I will be acquainted with Satan and all the evil dictators from over the years,
But I've been fighting demons since I was born in the form of society and peers.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem