Oh wicked soul,
Your wickedness is like honey-sweet venom to the rightoeus man's soul
Your words like piercing whistles to the rightoeus man's ears
Your deeds are like a black rose
Your deceipt is like the nector from a Venus fly trap
You wait patiently to corrupt the righteous
You scheme and plot their down fall
Oh wicked man, how foul your wickedness is
You spend sleepless nights causing misery to the innocent
You torment the righteous with your evil
Honesty is poisonous to your soul
How hateful you are Wicked man
You rejoice in the down troddeness of the righteous and laugh at their pain
Wicked man your hatred for right is as vast reaching and as numerous as the sahara's sands
You parade so proudly your wickedness
Your wickedness is strong enough to poison a blackmamba
Oh wicked man,
wickdness is so loud it deafens the righteous man
Wicked man, Wicked man! oh you vile wicked man!
Is there no end to your wickedness? ! ! ! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The story of your life?