The sound of the word
Frightens me
The thought of it
Drains me
A thief of space
It visits you
When you least expect
It entertains itself
It severs the love
That binds people
un-suspecting-ly
Why not warn
Of your unwarranted arrival
It strikes fear into the mind
Eating deep
Into the core
Of ones system
Oh I wait for that day
When your demise
Will be heralded
Awaiting for your doom
Oh I wait
For the day the messiah
Will appear in the sky
Like a thief in the night
And put an end to you
What a glorious day
It will be
Your burial
Graced by the universe
To rejoice over you
The faceless assassin
Oh the kings arrival
Is what gives us respite
Cause he will wipe
Every sorrow away
No more pain, crying, sorrow
Your end will be announced.
What a day it will be
But be watchful
Ready to prevail
Eternally
Cause Death
And the grave
Shall herald a tormentor
For those who miss
The coming of the King
And torment his prisoners
The sight of that frightens
Me
Under a more cruel master
Then all hope will be lost
Cause the king
Would have taken up his own
Forever
The Anti-christ
Under the control
Of the tormentor
Shall rule the world
Without respite
for the 'left behinds'
To regain their place
With the king
With their blood
They shall pay
Then they will plead
For the warm hands of death
It won't comply
Until the weary will
Give in
And sell their soul
Till eternity
Where they shall
Suffer eternal damnation
Till eternity
And the master of destruction
Shall reign supreme
Over those who turned away
From the saving grace
Of the Almighty which he gives
Without a fee but whose worth
Is beyond comprehension
And its value eternal
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem