life is not what we think it is,
its what we all expirience,
and, its is disgusting like physics.
life is a place of hatred and lies;
we are in the world not to cry,
but, to be murdered like numbers in dice;
this is the world of sorrow,
that bites like lice;
world of superstition and rumor,
hunting, others like, germs.
life is where things are aquired;
where we are to archive with other guys,
this is the world of our mesire;
world full of sins and betrayal.
who says hell doesn't exist,
who are the souls called scientists;
they made an explicit,
that, 'no hell in exist,
they consider all this,
as a religious myths.
Ho! God who amongst your servant
is truthful;
who amongst is worthy,
world of oats is my wishes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem