at the foot of the cross
where mercy flows like larva
flowing out of a mountian
this mercy flows and over takes me
like the larva flows and over takes
trees and houses found at the foot
of the mountian
i depend on this mercy for forgiveness
because i know there is no other mercy
that can wash away my sins like that of the cross
oh at the foot of the cross
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem