It has been established,
And accomplished,
The little lamb finally
lay to rest;
juda's kiss in June, a
plot gladly taken!
so dine, and wine for
you've won today!
yet not a defeat; but
Better be I fall in my
Maker's hand, and not
The biblical bleeding
Barbarians, as ides of
March replaying, and
Paying back it debts
My days here might be
Done, and doomed though,
But time shall tell
Who stand's the test
Of it cause, and curse
Better be death before
Dishonor, for my wake
Was done before my doom
As they snitch, and
Snigger;
Isaac's blessing stolen
By one seeking for power
To rule, a sour to the
Heart, yet Esau's weep
Will never be min,
For the fruit I never
Bite i have been beaten
The theoretic gladiators
Still can't descend the
Cain in Abel's sheep!
But so bent on why it's
Always the prodigal poet!
So strange that those who
Break bread, and bed with
Me now seeks my fall!
Those who dwell, and wine
With me gathering together
To gnaw a single soul!
That my bones be buried is
Their daily thoughts, yet
Let the man mocking beware
That he doesn't fall;
That script in the
Scriptures tells of a man
Faling seventy seven times
And still rise up stronger
The bad never wash of the
Good, and neither can the
Good the other, but God
Pay's us all with each
Deed's, I will face my worst
Fear, and accept my fate, so
Nasty, and naughty they say!
For I felt the fear long ago
But wasn't frightened;
Its been dirty from the start
And now am haughty, for no
Discipline is taken for good!
But obviously it's done on
My oblivion, that never will
There be a honest hearted
Man on earth
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice work. With the muse of death when, one falls.
Thanks so much Edward
Thanks Edward! I look forward to read yours too