Evil Demensions
tansformed the vile torment into justification by faith we look deep
puzzled from the carriage from the unique twain to occur we hear...
shattered by the ambiance of give or take we kneel beneath the spot
tonight I dreamed of barren straights below the ambiance of a hotel
mark the man or women eager to proclaim a whistle in the sky
their she was in the bath tub a liqour dog smile the shining;
we each grow deeper to the barrern sound of belonging
a pillow was used to owe a vibration that made a dent
there in the after shock the sky will open up
eagerfor breakfast transformed in the light of circumstance...
look deeper then ever before all a glow in the marsh field;
walk through a bright corridor paid in the confidence...
barren cliffs above the sea darkened domain let me explain
shelter lies dormant onto a beckoning cry
if you have a problem we groan to solve it
love takes a back seat to fair vengence;
climb each ladder with fluid....
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I would like to translate this poem
love takes a back seat to fair vengeance: powerful! and disturbingly strange of a human character quality, your poem hovers in the shadows with beams of clarity of subject shooting out into our eyes