There is nothing more that I would love to do
Than to paint you a deep crimson
With the blood of the ones you've slain
You narcissistic megalomaniac
Deserving of so much more
That should be done to you
For the crimes against humanity
You sicken me beyond belief
Pay you must in this life or the next
You will bleed the blood if your victims
Through your own psychotic veins
Do evil unto others and I shall return it to you
Bruised and bleeding, no longer yourself
Finally you see what you've come to be
Now it's time to meet your maker
Easy to spot in the sea of damned
Painted in red for your sins
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
your poem is itself red. nice well composed.