In vaine I creep down memorys lane. Memory of vengeful hate. Eternal peace is just a pornographic dream that plays, while I endure delay of execution: ; These invading dream dressed in Blackness too cloak their words of daggers while standing steady with impatient readyness too seize our frosty thoughts.... .. Dietys have disowned me: Once tha devils advocate! Now hells rejected. Demons cant deal with these sheltered myseries We've kept built up in these intvated thoughts more horrored than tha devil himself can containe... Damned like a judas toy maker.. Left sucluded inside this chemical tomb, , Until our vindictive justice is sent in quick anger, Howling headlong into, Your minds straight from our Pen..... ((JEK))
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem