Your gold decadent lives
delicate delicacy of the worm
Your children and your wives
will constitute its vile form
venture in virtue of you can
indulge in sin if you must
but know that feast is the fate of man
and the fate of the worm is rust
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Interesting poem Poor Worm of course I assume you mean the devil and not the poor humble earth worm God will judge we don't need mere mortals to so.
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