Beware not to scream.
Especially too loud.
Sinister mouth with the twisted black tongue.
Spreads the words against the damaged wall.
Filled with poison inside the cracks.
Boils the venom before the lies of your call.
Flaming the fire across your breath.
Will you breathe what was stirred by the master.
The master of decievers.
Is death.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem