Cut my sarrows away,
I'm addicted to this feeling,
I'm on my knees...I'm kneeling,
I'm waiting for an answer,
From a god I don't believe in.
Don't wait for an answer, just take it. Gods wouldn't listen to anyone deserving, even if they did exist.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
As a poem, it's good.