Though all the things
That draws thee near
Thy blood and flesh
Had none but fear
Tis’ Retched hands
Left unstill
Thy hours come
For thee to kill
Thy clock ticks,
Thy hearts last beat
Thou leanest in
For thee’s tasty treat
Though all the things
That draws thee near
Thy blood and flesh
Had none but fear
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is an awsome poem