DEATH, you plant your rust in blood.
DEATH, you take love, and kick it,
pervert it, laugh at it, untill
there is no more, not even a spoon
full.
DEATH, you smote life, you kick it
in the balls, drink up the sweet,
then watch, as they dig a new grave.
AND a child wails,
and a mother wails,
and a father wails,
AND a war in heaven and hell, brings
it all togethere as one
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I would like to translate this poem
Sadness is part of our life. Too many people detest it, try to avoid it at all cost and it really tends to cost them all. Isn't it better to just accept sadness as a part of our life. Live through it, taste is as it comes along and then move on to the next dawn