The sky was playing odyssey songs.
Far beyond those ages where races getting along.
By the chaos they were trialed from.
Countless sons and daughters besmirched the name of almighty lord.
Plunge into oblivion.
Where sins were unleashed.
Detaining the ritual to the promised garden.
The advent of the epiphany slowly to fade.
Shall the future scripted,
as the gospel predicted.
Trust His love.
Thy paradise shall be inherited.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem