be withered i am due to yonder bliss,
of the accursed being, mischievously sinned...
Blood oozed from my left pane chest, ravaged
by the knife that went through my vest...
judgement shall set to ye, for me,
even if it's the last thing done by my will...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Awesome poem. I like it.