Blind my whitening eyes;
Split my wounds;
Destroy the place in witch i hide,
And do not mistaken me for lune.
Death is no option,
Pain in forever lost.
My body; still function,
And yet it forever rots.
I never did morn,
I never once looked back;
For my body is torn,
And my heart is so black.
I am uninjured within soul,
But damned while it fled.
I am forever unfurl,
And i am Forever undead.
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I would like to translate this poem
Oooh, pretty. I like this. Let's listen to more poems about undeath!