A little city where the name are few
And they settle like crew
And choices get crucial
Instead and nothing was mutual
Much bills placed on cancer
The doctors preferred answer
Turns a whole town chronic and deadly as epidemic
Many cry but their alters were satanic
Found in fire and flood
A burial of blood
Their names diminished daily
Their sons passed on daily
Walking away from beautiful tattoos
Which turns rebels
To their famous history
Cast into perpetual purgatory
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I would like to translate this poem
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