No fear
The flames stand powerfull
in the dark, smoky room.
Strange creatures around me,
hell's promise to bloom.
Black and white people,
rotten to the core,
always questioning life,
not eager to explore.
Surrounding me in their darkness,
pulling me down in a lake of tears.
Drowning in eternal sadness
but I admit: I have no fear.
in the dark, smoky room.
Strange creatures around me,
hell's promise to bloom.
Black and white people,
rotten to the core,
always questioning life,
not eager to explore.
Surrounding me in their darkness,
pulling me down in a lake of tears.
Drowning in eternal sadness
but I admit: I have no fear.
Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: Karen Verhaegen | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: ;o)x | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 16 november 2003 | ||
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