I got back home late and found the house lit
And was more puzzled to hear the TV news
I guessed it was some burglar trying to hit
I took a baseball bat, ready to blow my fuse
When I saw myself sitting in the armchair
I thought I lost my mind, and gasped for breath
The guy seemed unemotional, as if he didn't care
Pointing at the prexy, he said, ''That's the messenger of Death''
He said he was my twin brother, and he was taken
His planet was amazing, but a million miles away
He came to enlighten me on the chioce in which I was mistaken
And warned me against getting the chip in any way
''By doing that, you'll announce your loyalty to the false prophet
Jesus is your only Savior; by accepting Him you shall profit''
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem