through the storms of torment
im reborn, re-enforced, and fortified..absorbing
mortiftified by the morbid torrents
sorted and stored in the sorta corridors enormous..
gorgeous like george -inforce the gore accordingly..
a hoard of sword swinging hornets, or harletts, torn within-
assorted sin and forbidden from the fortune in the portions dimmed
a scarlet scar ensures the wars a win..warrior within
and the wind warns again...i form the blends that swarm intense
sworn in vet-i explore whats been aborted dead-i board with blends
im pouring sweat-a force is set-remorse forget-im more than vexxed
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem