Once, I am the living death
Nothing to fear, nothing to feel
To whom I suffer, to whom I pain.
Once, I am the noxious death
Breath of hatred, breath of anger
From betrayal, from deceiver.
Once, I am the hidden death
I lied, I steal, I killed
For every pain I suffer...
For every betrayed of the deceiver...
I am the Grim Reaper.
(August 08,2008 - 8PM)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem