He knew, deep down
that reason was suspended.
He would come back
inside a box, or not at all.
The mongrel will, of course
be done away with, Hallelujah.
It is a matter for Justitia.
Man's law will not suffice
I am the Devil's disciple.
It matters not, of course
no, bro', it matters not.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Kill him all you want in your poems, Herbs, but NOT in real life! Harrowing and disturbing piece of writing that certainly inspires a reaction.