Your kind, tasty blood
is yummy to those
with little of it.
They want and take
and smile and
fake
"care"
about you
"Me, Me, ME" is the devil's scry,
tis never music to a sharing human ear
but a spell it is to those who give
as the satanists keep taking by and by
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem