Don’t say a word, You don’t look too well.
There’s something I’ve heard, About you and hell.
If you don’t change your ways, What’s the point?
At the end of days, You’ll be one to disappoint.
Stop acting calm, And for once listen to your mom.
She tells you right and wrong, But you don’t care;
And you know before too long, You better be aware!
Life is coming to an end, So be afraid.
There’s no way to defend, Then you’ll wish you would’ve prayed!
The world has to end one of these days.
People goof around, as someone prays.
What is with the world these days?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem