The game we play
I do not want to play or discuss
Nor do others of honesty characters
Yet, we find ourselves covering up the personal and perpetual corruptions of wanning insecurities
I said it!
First, we are pure
Innocence embracing us with graceful upbringings...
Then, we change to black
Sly corruption and strengthening the seven slots of sins
To keep lying, we lose ourselves in the flabergasted hollows of nine cirlces that engrave us in the book of unconcern and sinful rights
But, to find ourselves, we pray and wonder off onto the conceptual and perplex complications of the realm of lies...
Lies that save us
And lies that drown us in the dawnful hopes and discourages of reality....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem