Cilvlavation is dying
no way to stop it
so just kill the sorce
watch the blood from
there vein's the pool of blood
get bigger from everyone you kill
wipe the blood off of your blade
As the pool gets bigger and bigger
your thrist causes you to kill the
closet one to you put there head on a
stake to remember the memorys
Draws in hatred to everyone who
was always against you slit there
throats watch the blood pour out
release your anger on the living
As the pile gets bigger and bigger
look how insane you are
then give forgiveness to your closet
friend and wish they where back
to live in your glory and laugh it away
dedicated to Faith
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
silver eyes white hair a moon glow and silk may sound like a work of art but anything can be stained with blood could you let somebody you care about be stained