Up in the clouds of shame,
The consequences, or better, the crime,
You wished it was all a dream.
But you can't take back the demons you made,
For you have bathed in Satan's marinade.
He took you, but you said I will.
You told him you would do ANYTHING to kill!
You were glad to see he gave you ANYONE to kill!
Now look at you!
Everybody's at a grieving ceremony!
Looking at you stay still....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That's very good. I like it.