feared as the asses of fire, dungeon of many stories and
heaven of the pyramid of Egypt, known to be the wealth of the
past, angered by the fangs of rodent tail
tale of the ancient Greece, tangle in the pendulum of time
and space, comes the mantle of the hands of the creator, whose
champ is to live and explore the great land of the earth
welcome to the hand made of struggle, leaving the pangs of
death before it survive to live amongst the few predator on
the run, thou nothing seems possible, yet! few have turn the
tide to conquer the empire of dominion to all
life enhance the race to survive amongst the taste of time with
GOD...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem