I should kill you
all your demands
and commands.
I wish you would just
back off and meave me
alone. You've irritated me
long enough so now I call
upon the Lord of the Underworld
to give me the strength to live
through this. Goody two shoes
fake as none other life. Why can't
people just let me go. I need a better outlet
Satan help me, guide me so I may therefore
erase him from my mind I need the help of
my Dark Lord and Master.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem