I'm the supreme
ghost,
The secrete entity
that went into a
flaming burner to
spring out
Like a water spring.
I'm still the bursted
bullet that re-shapes
to burst again in a smoking stream,
And unknown to My frennemies,
I holds a virtue
unseen.
I live on with the
living,
But bound with
secrecy,
Woe to My hunters
and their falling
weapons,
And woe to those
who believe on
illusions,
To catch Me at hand
It's a failed thought woe! ! ! .
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I would like to translate this poem
The secrete entity flaming burner to spring out bound with secrecy, living among the living. Illusions Great imagination and thinking behind this poem. A ghost never believes in illusion. So do u state her that your ghost is a mere illusion?