I have to leave this instant,
The vibes are building into a tsunami of evil.
My thoughts are cross circuiting my morality,
I’ve started a mental list of targets,
It’s not good I need to leave now.
The past has to stay in the past,
Viruses are infiltrating my bloodstream.
The clock is striking thirteen,
I can feel the strength of a climax,
I can hear the noise the white noise.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem