What has them done
What has them done
What has them done-?
They ask!
They who gift thorny blanket
They ask!
They put in my heart, a poison
And twinge my soul with sting
They plunge in my eyes- sorrows
And bore my bones with scars
That thou doest
You ask-
You filth, masquerade in fine
Thy soul fox in hides’ sheep
Tailored to roar in evil
And bleat in feign
You ask-
You devil garmented in Gods veil
That I curse God with vengeance
Of a dead man
You ask!
Behold!
I am the spoils
The ghost
The bones in grave
The widows’ brute
The orphans’ fiend
The infant
In angst embrace
Suckling spite a demon
And more
That despise forgive
I, victim your teachings
I, prey your silence
Is what you done!
Me!
You,
Committers’ evil in God’s name
I shall make thee, hell a paradise
And make death your hunger
I shall make you a fester for suffering
And make Beelzebub envious my deeds!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem