I'm restless.
Are you certain you can sequestor this?
There was too much cyanide
Yet never enough by and bye
I'm too much for your endeavors
And you were always too clever
Could I ever..?
I could see you burning
You were always one for turning
And when i needed you most
I could always count on the devil to host
Our burning party of three.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem