You remember the dark, the pain
You remember her, before her time ran out.
You remember the time you were happy,
But now so sad.
You remember what YOU did,
You remember their death,
As the bullet hit their heads
Now you burn in hell
it's your fault
you did it.
So burn, burn in hell.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like it...very morbid...