blood suckers
eternal rippers
lords of dark from chaos's groins
soulless creatures with dagger fingers
spitting greed like enraged volcanoes
vultures prim
sinkers of virtue
promoters of hate
wild beast of from helms deed
we see you clear
we know your purpose
you will surely shrink and sink
we will triumph over your crafts
for we are God's creation
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem