People arise the world is dead
three thousand skulls
upon your head.
With thoughts of hate
a heart of love, i'll bring to you
my fury and blood
Death is immenant your soul forlorn,
Never before have you faced such a scorn!
Death in my eyes, blade in my palm,
I ended it all with one cut on my arm
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I would like to translate this poem
i get the point of your poem alot of pople do it and its a good poem 10,00000000000