I feel it growing,
Under my skin,
You should run,
Before it comes forth.
You were warned,
I swore to you before,
You fell to your doom.
And it fell upon you like a big boom.
I drew my sword,
And flew upon you,
With a new rage,
That killed you by the end of the day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Deep words Brendon....well written words..thank you