Kill! kill! kill!
you that loves to breath
blocked your brother's nostril,
having yours wide open,
swimming in warmth breath of pressure.
Kill! kill! kill!
you that fears death
but forced your brother
to embrace the horrors of it calling,
while you flee to where pleasure tune is heard.
kill! kill! kill!
you thats afraid of pain and torment
but forced your brother
to lie where pain's the song
torment's the rythm
and have thy face hide where
torment and pain flee.
kill! kill! kill!
you that can't decide what holds the next minute.
You that art misery arms flee.
On eeries note you dear not sing.
kill! kill! kill!
you at the arms of misery
sings mercy's song,
at the lowest soft tune of thy voice
but showeth not mercy
to thy brother whom you killed.
kill! kill! kill!
you that fears death but pushed your brother to it Den.
The man you killed was your brother!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem