The worth is not of thy neighbor's
Said the devil
Flames embraced the soundless
This is your atonement
The fifth
Sixth do lie
These are your atonement's
I will aid myself
In my destruction
Your placid gaze insults
Like the knife
My eyes lie shut,
Sewn with the scarlet thread of evil
Cut short the light
Let us play our game
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem