Dim the lights, the gong has rung
Fire grows, the dead have sung
A figure walks down, to greet your fear
Deadman walking, I'm finally here
I have returned, to exalt my revival
Now that i'm back, kiss goodbye your survival
Blood has no value, kiss has no protection
Now that you fear me, Your every move my prediction
Thousands of ways, I could get back my life
But instead i'll just, tear down your strife
You mocked me, my name and my heart
Thought you had killed me, but just tore me apart
Stitches of vengeance, returned me whole
I'm alive once again, can you hear your death toll?
My heart is protected, by a powerful force
I'm in love again, my vengeance has no remorse
Respect my new power, or die like a fool
Like you screwed me, i'll make you my vengeful tool
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I would like to translate this poem
Ooooooohhhhh! i love the concept of such writing! ! ! 'what doesnt kill you makes you strong' they say but they dont say what exactly gives you strength! ! ! glorious, manigificant poem! ! ~Bella