Ow, your Foetus burns my soul,
It erupted out your rancid minge!
Let it bleed, let it bleed,
and i shall cry for thou!
Yet my soul does shiver for thine cowardice,
It only hurts for a second!
But no you must keep it, you say,
Why? Why i ask, it is a demon child! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i liked the wording of this piece...but it seems to be very cold