Flesh of all flesh, blood of all cold,
His words are of poison, as stories that have told,
His eyes are, but empty,
of sin and his shame,
In the bible we turn the pages that speak of his fame,
for all is to blame,
For the ends of the glory has fell in his flame,
to be forever, but damned in his name.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem