We are born unto a mother
We will die without a mother
Flung to an oceanic void
You may wish for yet another
Parallel to someone other
Opposite of a trapezoid
Come the painful pits of anguish
Long before your hopes have vanquished
In a corpse turning stiff and blue
Momentarily you'll languish
Innards squashing like a sandwich
Hands of divineness will..numb...you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
liked the holy spirits