Delilah, our Queen!
Forsake from us our debts!
We have served you with pleasure,
We have served you and wept.
Delilah, great Queen!
Save us from death!
We beg to lay down our weapons,
Before we run out of breath.
Delilah, dear Queen!
Bless now our tomb.
As slaves we are brethren,
But as men we are doomed.
Delilah, my Queen!
Send me back to my home.
Keep my heart with you,
You've conquered it long ago.
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
This Is Surely What I Wanted.(Poetry Book III)
ŞiirThis is surely what I wanted, but is it what I needed? "Because to control the dead you have to become the rot, The septic flesh hanging at the aftermath of a gunshot." 3rd Poetry book. Ranked #11 in Dark Poetry - 2019/09/14 Start:19/09/04 End:20/01...
