May death kiss you upon your lips
and spit within the abyss
where the seed of evil grows
And take the hand of white light
to tear it from its roots
to bleed until it can bleed no more
For should the seed grow and spawn
it will feed upon the soul and make it no more
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
.............most interesting...thanks for sharing ★