Dechristianize!
Haunted I am by a dark presence around,
these sinister voices continue to confound.
Light falls through the window, but the darkness remains,
my senses get dulled, except for blood, boiling in my veins.
And suddenly, an impossible wind blew out a candle,
this I've never seen before, don't know how it to handle.
I shiver and shake while this spirit became seen,
no, stop, I'll be your friend, I heard a heavy sudden scream.
How is thy name, oh spirit of my disdain?
Thou art so curious, so please let me explain.
A battle I've fought to Michaël and the rest
and this time 'twas for real, not just a silly test.
Before, we had arguments and battled on a faraway star,
but this time he'd gone too far, I'll start a Holy War.
But Master, oh, why hast Thou come before a labourer's eyes?
When a labourer starts to think, we have succeeded to dechristianize!
Reacties op dit gedicht
| memy: | Donderdag, september 14, 2006 20:48 |
| echt een supergedicht, heel mooi geschreven.. moest het ff vertalen anders snap ik er weer niks van met mijn hersens ;). XxX memy | |
| *pathos*: | Donderdag, september 14, 2006 20:47 |
| Geweldig gedaan weer, echte kunstwerkjes | |
| Innerchild: | Donderdag, september 14, 2006 11:43 |
| Sterk staaltje ... Inner P.S. De Vlaamse taal is wonderzoet, voor wie haar geen geweld aandoet. Big smile ! :) :) :) |
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| Auteur: Disciple | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Marina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 14 september 2006 | ||
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