You seek trance in a box
I explained to her my thoughts
When i used violence, to keep captive silence.
Wall are here to stay, the sky i used to play.
Eternal prize awaits the brave.
Shimmers are promised to the weak.
When your name goes down to history.
When skies fade in lies.
When two suns are fighting.
When you realize youre dying.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem