Keys to coded messages are always hidden within
interior places, only for those who can decode them.
Forcing doors open cannot happen, because all of
the keys won't work except for my voice.
Protracting the entire establishment, soaring above
the crowd and into depths of tombs encased and
interred within solitary mansions reserved for
only the soul of one.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem