Impression about you was made
With some plain thoughts of life
Might be fine
Withhold some hidden lies
Silently pray not to be a prey
Wished you changed
Diverge to remorse
But dear friend
Times was gone
Change is not yours
Apologize was never heard from you
Many flares of evil
Consumed all of yours
Soullessness
Die alone
In your very own
Blade made crystal palace.
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I would like to translate this poem
Time waits for no soulness one, love how you end die alone in his mind [crystal palace]and it has an eerie feel about it...good original work...regards