I occasionally write poetry...here's the translation for the one in my sig.
No fear is here,
for when you're dead,
you fear nothing.
Because we're in hell,
and we've already died,
so we cannot die again.
Cerebus bites our feet.
He gives us something to fear,
and he's the only one who makes us cry.
But the fire eats our cries up,
so nobody knows our pain.
In the fire, we burn.
Hell is our house.
No fear is here,
for when you're dead,
you fear nothing.
Because we're in hell,
and we've already died,
so we cannot die again.
Cerebus bites our feet.
He gives us something to fear,
and he's the only one who makes us cry.
But the fire eats our cries up,
so nobody knows our pain.
In the fire, we burn.
Hell is our house.