If the Devil wrote poetry,
What would it be like.
Do we falsely fain and swoon,
With such fearful intense delight.
For who can say,
And who can tell.
What the Devil writes,
Behind the Gates of Hell.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
He would masterfully modify his writing style for every intended audience, with the understanding that his creative liberties and influence were ensured of swiftly perishing in the acid flames of Gehenna.
You're certainly welcome, Shaun.
Exactly. I concur. And thank you.