A dark aura causes a blink,
no more men in the brink,
ravaging souls wonder the earth,
people will find the key that keeps you from somber.
My aura will cause a vision,
of evil and precision.
The crosshairs are focused,
the bullet will soon cause a penetration.
Losing this election you sell your soul for help,
this demon will rape your innocence free.
You know how i'll be free,
causing this pill to be crushed into powder.
Your body drops by the stairs,
your last sight is Tight Velvet Roses.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Really like this a great poem. Good write.