Lust!
Crouching in the dens of the wicked;
To lie wait in a hiding place for your prey.
Cast, last, past!
With the pains;
As you infringe deep wounds on your victims,
With the muse of hatred and war.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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