I utter these words to the world
Let thy faith waver no more
Trapped in this quagmire
Slumped in this nightmares
Succour is sure to come
And all that is abnormal will go
Because that which holds them is no more
Then you will have eternal rest
Devoid of sickness and worries.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem