First there was Love,
then there was Hate,
until one day,
they mate.
First there was Heaven,
then there was Hell,
one lonely night,
They fell.
Once there was Man,
then there was Woman,
until one old night,
Woman went to heaven,
Man went to Hell,
that's when they felt.
First there was me,
then there was you,
There was nothing left for me to do.
First there was flesh,
then there was blood,
his screams were so loud.
First there was a gun,
then there was a shot.
If only he didn't go out.
This is the last time you'll see,
anyone else but me.
Traitor.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The lines between these are very thin, easy to cross not so easy to return