Sorry about your death
The way you left the earth
You screamed all of us deaf
To that there's no mirth
You are off to hell
This we could tell
Your soul you did sell
All your deal totally smell
You dabbled in witchcraft
Stole parts of aircraft
Dabbled in statecraft
Treated death as a craft
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I would like to translate this poem
Unfortunately your friend can't read you after his death better tell this while he is still alive.