despicalable crowning of the enermy was successfully sold
then came the clown you were scared of when you were little and it scares you to death that your fears werent for the clown cause the new clown in your life is called death
the princess of the acropolis in greese of spanish dreams of flynig to the north and south were killed because of the killing of the plane crash that arupted and took your head off and despite the dictionary of the knife, sword, gun or the medevil poison has poisoned your rubbish lungs that has been drown in sorrow with the yeast that blows your veins when the content is heavy let us prey
its time to not to beg but to be crown cause we can control to be steady
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem