The Poem - Eshtadur

The story started with a poem

If you recite it all will come

Who makes your fears, your crying in

The worst enemy in the world

So one, two, three

Will come for me

Four, five and six

No pray for me

Seven and eight

What should you take?

For all the painful

You’ll have, nine, ten…

Laughing In silence, living in myself

Absorbing the wishes that I want to live

Consuming the forces running

Hunting as a crow

So, no chance, let’s start the show

Coming slowly, step by step

Looking around for everywhere

Every move, right and left

Look at behind you, is it there?

Sins that are protected

Word by word in vain

The rituals in a poem

Are summoned by mistake

No time for this pleasure

You shouldn’t be terrified

You live to die, you die to live

You’re nothing for the world

You may cry and crawl

But evil will remember that

You live to die, you die to live

You’re nothing for the world

No time for this pleasure

You shouldn’t terrified

You’re in a hole you’re in a marsh

You are insane by words

It can’t never surrender

And never going to stop

Whispers in your conscience

You feel be just arrive

The story finished with the words

The poem is totally mentioned

Take care you can’t never repeat

This wicked poem once again