“There’s a seat in hell saved for me”
Where demons arise from the depths of the sea,
Poison creatures spit from under every tree,
Wing’d abominations fly ever so free,
And a deathly silence bruises each knee.
“There’s a seat in hell saved for me, ”
I shrieked
Upon contemplating how the future would be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem