Beati Male (Latin) Poem by Jay W. Allen

me alterum servire natus
Et luctum pesti
Tot annos damnati semen meum
Nullus liber volare! !

Voluntas tua? Sic creator
No posset intendere umbra

mea morbi Semper dolor cupiditate

World morbi
Beati sumus degustare
Hac peccati

Inhumanum est tangit
Nocturnal animal intrinsecus
Indiget lumine
Et inanis remanebit










(english translation)

another me born to serve the
And the distraction of mourning
So many years now the damned my seed
No one you wish to fly! !

The will of your own possession? So created as
No he could to attend to the shadow of

always be suffering which my disease by desire,

World disease
We are happy, to taste
For this sin

Is an inhuman touches upon the
Nocturnal within an animal
Is poor in the light of
And empty shall remain