One of the first poems I have ever written in English. I like this one the most of all of my English poems so far.
Bloody Legions
Children die
Fire's burning
Mothers cry.
They have seen
Depths of Hell
Fallen angels
Cursing yells.
Bloody rain
Keeps falling down
Sending pain
To All around.
Living shadows
In my heart
Draw my death
With foul art.
There's a poison
In my head
Brings me closer
To the dead.
My whole life
Is that way
I've been born
To pass away.
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