Believe When You See
When it comes, you will scream,
You’ll believe me when you see that things are not what they seem.
When you see the aura of blood and hell and wreath,
When you feel the stench of death.
Believe when you see,
It will come for me.
Then it will come for you,
You’ll know because it’s true.
Believe me when you see that this is the deal,
you’ll tell yourself it’s not real.
And you know you refuse to believe,
But it won’t go away, it won’t leave.
It’ll haunt you day and night,
till it comes for you relieving your state of fright.
Because you will believe when you see,
It will come for me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem