You wont know this,
Until it occurs.
Your appetite for isolation...
Has left you disconnected,
From those offended
And abhorred.
You could not exist,
Without resources others have.
The very ones denounced with fun...
Should be exulted,
But you have made their lives
So very sad!
And everything that nature gives,
You believe is yours to destroy.
But every living thing here and beyond,
Will unite to stop your crazed
Demented joy!
You wont know this,
Since corruption is for you...
Just another toy!
But something comes that will not tolerate,
Furthering things you've done that annoy!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem