Do not judge the world...by its outer appearance
The Sun had blackened
And darkness had spread
We were now living
Among the dead
The feelings of hatred
The feelings inside
The one thing all men
Learn to despise
Under Gods pity
And under his wrath
Never giving us
What we need to have
Your Image and life
Thrown into the mud
A pen full of hatred
And a bath full of blood
He laughs at my sorrow
My wounds, they don't mend
I swear to you lord
It won’t happen again.....Revenge! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hm...I can't tell if you're an angry Christian or a vengeful Satanist (Aethiest, Agnostic, Luciferian, whatever is prefered) . But I like this poem. When I read peoms I always try to image a picture or video of whats happening in it, and with this I see a sort of coming of the Revelations (though we all know it's already begun) and the end of a war coupled with the beggining of another. I can see the writer walking over corpses and fires burning out. It's vrey mournful. Maybe I got it wrong, but that's what I gathered from the poem.