The thirst of blood
The hunger of destruction and death
The blood is our own
The destruction is humanity’s
The death is for those who don’t want it
Leaving those who do so empty
You want blood to quench our thirst
You want hatred to fill our bellies
Destruction
Why, oh why, are you begging for such a thing
He who shall be mighty
Oh wonderful creator
Destructor of all it seems
Why, oh why, are you begging for such a thing
Does human death entertain you
Is it just your own fun
Watching us all fall apart
Is it just a pastime for you
Are you hunting us all down
Or letting us hunt each other
Please for my wish tonight
Give me the answer I seek
Why are you wanting the thirst of blood
Why are you wanting the hunger of destruction and death
Why, oh why, are you begging for such a thing
Does human death entertain you
Is it just your own fun
Watching us all fall apart
Is it just a pastime or something for you
Will my blood quench your thirst
Will my destruction fill your hunger
Will my death save everyone
Or are you just taunting me
With the fact that humans can die
Can I take their place
Make them immortal
Please for my wish tonight
Answer the question I seek
Why, oh why, are you begging for such a thing
Why, oh why, are you begging for our destruction
February 2006
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem is something else but I enjoyed it very much. I have also felt this way before.