Of Satire And Bloody Malignant
Alas! Why thou disbelieve in me,
by Instalasi Sastra
Judge me from others malignant eyes;
Despise all my verse that thou see,
And thought all is left are words of lies.
What a pity thou are my dear,
So weak, so easily mislead by them;
Drown in delusion of judgement and fears,
Critical mark, a simple bothers.
Can thou recognize all my inspiration of thee,
I captured and turned it into my wildest words;
Why thou still entrust me as they want thou to be,
I can not hate thee, even though I died by thy sword.