Their beelding hearts
stand before me
like a fox stands before its prey
waiting
for the hunt to begin
like angels
waiting to feed
upon my soul
upon that if which has fallen
into the depths of hell
my soul scarred
by those of hatred
foreign to this place of which I reside in
my life ruined
as I turn to thee
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
ok this one is really good holy crap i like how you have the living souls in there as well its really good keep up the good work