wat wonders would make dis things stop, from very end to beginning;
sitting in a gloomy tough thought,
a beginner serial killer who sits behinds u, hes the victim whose gonna kill u,
may be for the right reasons,
none just for survival of the killer and make some penny home.
this end's to be in practical thought..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem