Dark clouds rise over the night sky as lightning bolts stare deep into your eyes and strike you down as you fall on the floor than you start to beg mercy to the lord as the devil starts pulling you deep into his cabin you think in your head 'should i start stabbing? ' but its too late because your already dead now there's nothing left of you but the corps of a head
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem