The city is a work of art,
That feared heaven and hell;
From the sand-holes to tunnels
Of the furious creatures of certainty.
People will start to contrive a western
Attitude that absolves the damnable priest.
But then they came up to signal a revenge,
For the most horrendous activity we die;
The devils and demons inhabit those
In revenge, and those who object.
I have to matter in the feelings
Of the ground that swallows.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
reminds me of Revelation, NA