The grievance murmurs are-
heard time and again whilst I'm-
inside the creepy mouth-
picking up the mortal remains-
of variange.
With the Crescendo of Oasis no-
more, I'm standing tremblingly within-
the bone-chilling atmosphere seeing that-
the shed blood of them colours the hole-
to the point of eternal rampage.
'Destruction is a part of parcel of life, do-
not fear it, embrace the presence of it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem