Rivals since young
we fight to be the one to win
you just screwed up my life
manipulating the situation im in
Annonymously faking yourself
breaking me down, so now
I will destroy your life and your health
you know what Im like
when I get mad
you wish good upon yourself
now, in evil you will be clad
choose your coffin,
choose it well
your life after death
prepared by me, in hell
the title of Lucifers daughter
not given to me in vain
sibling rivalry will now cause
you to lose what keeps you sane
Laying you down,
in a coffin white
you can now pray
hoping to see the light
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
leave it... 'what goes round, comes back around...' interesting write... few verses of the first and second stanza say it very loud...