A tragic episode barely escaped,
The last whispered sigh before you slip helplessly away.
All darkness must come to a brutal end.
The lingering stench of day old old corpse,
As one trips and slides
Through the grime of a nightmare.
The increasingly old threat of Armageddon, and all for what?
A cheap thrill?
Or do they all truly believe?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem