Here is the place where shadows gather,
Where the smoke obscures, and blinds the eyes,
Where right and wrong mingle as a single elixir,
Where truth indeed intersects with the lies.
Here is the place that is ruled by a chaos;
A world where those lines became lost and jaded,
Where the whispers are but distorted echoes,
The principals we once had, have long ago faded.
Here is the place for a feast of the senses,
Our minds have been lost, as we devour our own,
Slathering, desperate, we search for the answers,
But in truth, we are all just grasping for the throne.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem