You broke her heart
Tore it apart.
You nearly ruined her life.
So now I will end yours with my knife.
You will go to hell for your sins
But I will drag your soul back again.
How ever many ways there are to die,
I hope you go through them all and cry.
And when your soul is gone I hope it fell,
Fell into the last circle of hell.
The one reserved for liars and mutineers.
This is how you will pay for her tears.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem