I did not know you
And yet you took my blood
As the wind gently blew
You took my life away
The evil that I knew
Ended on that day
You think you have the power
But your mind will soon decay
As you contemplate each hour
With my blood you'll have to pay.
(Brewster was tortured to death 9-09)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem