Either tread live to constant linger or choose to wait
For the dawning of this rattled curled finger
Firmly grasping reality an all its realizations
Once my eyes quickly close the gentle pull of the trigger
You must sacrifice to survive
De wing the Queen
Claim the throne
Rule the hive! !
I'm the swimming maggot fiesting on the darkness
Residing in your eyes
The Angel spiraling towards that open door
Welcoming Oblivion! ! Bow to the outcast-ed ones
The Raper of stranger's pockets
The man screaming behind the pupil behind each ones sockets
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem