Waiting For You On The Judgment Of The Day Poem by Okan Emanet

May you gain no benefit from what I have given,
You have massacred the whole beauty in heaven
Though you try a lot for the wounds to enliven,
The beaten aches in my heart got to widen
Every time I breathe, I spell the same sentence
The world’s mood is no more in excellence
The same sentence will follow you in every sense
May you gain no benefit from what I have given you
May you gain no benefit from what I have given you
May you gain no benefit from what I have given you