• Flower,the impetuosity of thy rage,
    Break,shatter into dust,repentance!
    Blessed be thy soul of the kin,
    Doesth thou shalt weep?
    Bleed! Into his forelimbs,a vivid crimson!
    Corroborating Lucifer's vain!
    Is thy tongue of the lie
    Is thy tongue of the truth?
    No matter! Off with thy word!
    May the condemned man feast upon,
    His own putrid impudence!
    The epitome of the sin!
    Thou shalt perish in a pool of misery!
    Until the end,can the flower of thy heart
    blossom?