Anarchy.
Total, complete chaos.
Live in death.
Die in combat.
'On your knees, ' the Voice commands.
Obey. Like a dog.
Flutter in your heart, then
Nothing.
Good-bye, World.
Next.
Last words?
'Forgive me.'
Nothing. Next.
Hate or not, no difference.
'I love you, Mom.'
Next.
Do they care? Not likely.
Should they? Doubtful.
'I'm sorry.' Next.
This war, this prison;
What is it? Why is it
Here?
Is it the apocalypse?
Armageddon?
You can hope, wish, pray.
Night falls, then to day.
'Please-' Next.
Why us? Is this some
Sick joke?
No time to think or argue.
Out of time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is my favorite poem of your 3 new ones, like I said you have great lines 'Live in death. Die in combat.'