its wrath a firey pit,
flames is all it shall spit,
its infecting tounge,
no more shall be soung,
by the wrath of mankind today.
we fight it in our sleep,
when it takes its flamboyant leap,
no mercy shall be given through,
we must fight, fight is all we can do.
i see a victory one day,
yet those words is all i can say,
the end is near for one of us,
kick, kill, expand and fuss.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very well done and presented