Scarlet clouds encompass the evening sky, shadows lengthen as the lonely cry, for shelter from misunderstood minds, another love when touch was crime. Somewhere far off on this tired sphere, it's truth or dare, commitments become dear, all creation will hold it's breath and a pubescent gang banger fights to her death! Even in this concrete walk life will go far beyond talk, she stands in line she shakes her fist as they come for her to take her life.
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I would like to translate this poem