Carnage coming crashing knocking down your door.
You open to see Thor swinging you on the floor.
Rampage running roughly killing you.
You escape, but darkness got you glue.
Strange nightmare hit you, but you wake up to see no more gore.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good Heavens Save this site from ignominy! !
I could delete this poem, if you want me to save this site from disgrace. You want me to?