Reasons for the takeover are copious and plenty
Of them are made.
I gather together the rank and file
To speedily create a war and fight of beauty.
Many velocities are the missiles,
As recent as the light.
God has made a ruination,
And I have made a crowd
Wait and demand a new zone
For the effort was great.
God has cast a doubt in your heart
Compared to my truth that has been correct.
Much is war when won, and I have every problem
Solved.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice poem revealing the truth