Day by day I feel the need to kill
to stain with their blood soon I will.
The extent of me deeds will be sought,
to see them cry as they twisted and fought.
They'll all pay with their horrific screams
for when they all laughed and pointed at me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Think: How do you really feel. You don't feel in extremes such as this. The killing poem is passe, entertain the reader not yourself. You don't write for you, you write for your audience. Tell us what the method is behind the madness. Absorb poetry.