The boy! No The Creature!
A metamorph, body of human though,
Soul of abomination.
A seed, yes a seed
Of a preposterous nymph,
Created in mistake by Thee
Created with purpose by thee.
Slouched in this God forsaken world
Slouching it came
Shoadowed with dark clouds
The darkest ever
An image never seen before
A Gaze which can burn the Sun.
Outnumbering the sinnest,
An abode of mephistopheleans
Eyes engrossed with atrocities
Face doused in mutability
Tongue deluged in salaciousness.
Scavenging innocence
Slouches in this world.
Surely a revelation has happened
Surely a breed is at hand....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A poem on the contemporary culture