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26/09/2007 21:54
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Junior

Data inscrierii: 26/Sep/2007
Mesaje: 3
Localitate: Sibiu
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Northern Humour
Dip thy finger into the bloody pool
Fear the blade that splits your rusty mesh
Brave your smile when the crazy ghoul
Reaps the secret from your rotten flesh
...and enjoy
Defiled bodies rise from holy sands
To seek revenge upon my my easy faith
Small drops of blood are eating out their hands
Infested hearts reveal their burning hate
...and light is here no more
And as I reach into the coldest grave
And try to turn the greedy night away
I realise I'm nothing but a knave
A hungry,blinded animal of prey
...a frigid dream
The stench that gives you nightmares is coming from below
The place where,as a child,I used to have my way
Oh,have my little darling no fear of the glow
Cause everything you dream of is coming from below
...from the fathers of your time
Enslaved by faith,corrupted by religion
An army bred with nothing but a scope:
To kill the dove,replace it with a pigeon
And sink it's rancid beak into our hope
...but God Save the Queen !!!
Dictators are a threat to all of us
With all their noble plans and dirty deeds
But flowers are so sensible,and thus
So easily encumbered by the weeds
...we want democracy
We always made the same stupid mistake
To heed the words of people that were lying
But we are human in our earthly wake
And we were always very fond of crying
...are we lucky to be alive ?
Seek not the hidden truth in prayer or in light
Your soul will bind forever in abysses of black
And though illuminated and sunken in your might
You'll have to hide your wisdom in just a tiny crack
...in the fortresses of madness
And then the two shall battle in conquering your mind
They'll try to warm your feelings to melt away the frost
But time shall rust their weapons and they will fall behind
And thus beloved child,the battle will be lost
...a feast awaits the ravens
A rascal in the streets,oh,look what you've become
The hand that held the claymore now holds a slice of bread
The cheers,the truth,the justice,a pity:they're all gone
You're free my friend,you're happy,you're twisted and you're dead
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_________________ The brain...aye...bloody hell,where is it ?! |
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27/09/2007 15:53
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Administrator

Data inscrierii: 16/Iul/2007
Mesaje: 281
Localitate: Far away from you...</3
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Nice poem...is it made by you?  |
_________________ Take my advice, I don't use it anyway ...
If loving you is wrong, I don't wanna be right...
I'd rather be hurt by the truth than hear your lies
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27/09/2007 16:03
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Junior

Data inscrierii: 26/Sep/2007
Mesaje: 3
Localitate: Sibiu
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| aye...i made it myself ;-) |
_________________ The brain...aye...bloody hell,where is it ?! |
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30/09/2007 00:33
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Administrator

Data inscrierii: 16/Iul/2007
Mesaje: 281
Localitate: Far away from you...</3
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good job...keep writin' ..si la cat mai multe posturi  |
_________________ Take my advice, I don't use it anyway ...
If loving you is wrong, I don't wanna be right...
I'd rather be hurt by the truth than hear your lies
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30/09/2007 00:48
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Junior

Data inscrierii: 26/Sep/2007
Mesaje: 3
Localitate: Sibiu
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doamne-ajuta  |
_________________ The brain...aye...bloody hell,where is it ?! |
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01/10/2007 19:31
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Data inscrierii: 16/Iul/2007
Mesaje: 281
Localitate: Far away from you...</3
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_________________ Take my advice, I don't use it anyway ...
If loving you is wrong, I don't wanna be right...
I'd rather be hurt by the truth than hear your lies
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