Bleed on his eyes with feathers on the mirror,
Shattered the glass with his own force and slit his throat with scissors.
The priest swallowed a lily with a mix of poison,
The wings of a dove turns red for the lesson.
A head on the shelter has led to mirror,
Eyes gone, no tongue, just a smiling face infront of the door.
The church has filled with blood like kudzu,
Blood with noose, send to who?
The priest has hanged himself,
The nuns prayed as they killed themselves.
As shadow has forsaken, the blood has forgiven,
People eats the child as a part of a raven.
The priest's stomach opened on its own,
The lily with blood, intestine everywhere,
The body of a person in the lawn,
Has chopped to death if there's nothing to wear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem