To Linnaeus

A jerk am I, I was once one of the last hope...
And the odds of perfection is 7/10 and I now I know that I was useless....
I am the downfall of my friends, I'm the death of our happiness...
I conjure our smile to frown...
I am the maker of mistake...
Once a pride of every people, now a shame to every representations
I am nothing compared to anything
I am no body compared to some body... For I am the bringer of chaos

Those times, that I were never there ... Peoples are always legendaray... The won for their greatest cooperation.
And then my time to come have arrive... and great misery I brought forth.
I am useful for nothing...
I am the one who must be blame.
The faith of no one... I carry.
I am a burden, the one who needs, but never help
A help from me is like exchanging your life for nothing...
Why must I arrive, in the land of the blessed ones...
I have cause too many sufferings, even their tears could wipe out a whole nation
Sacrificing me, would cause too much disaster and tragedy...
I am only a soul, trap in a sinners body...
Sorry to everyone that I have dealt great torment...
I'm sorry that I became your friend...
I cursed the day that I were born... for I have done many inhuman acts...
After all this time... Let our friendship end...
Forget me.. For I am only a tear...