My world
I dreamed of a place last night,
a place where children fight.
A place where boms fly,
and angels die.
A place where devils do not sleep,
bt where people weep.
A place with rivers made of blood,
and cities build in mud.
A place where madmen rule,
and animals are treated extremely cruel.
A dream I said? The answer's no.
This is reality, this is the world.
a place where children fight.
A place where boms fly,
and angels die.
A place where devils do not sleep,
bt where people weep.
A place with rivers made of blood,
and cities build in mud.
A place where madmen rule,
and animals are treated extremely cruel.
A dream I said? The answer's no.
This is reality, this is the world.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| melisande: | Zaterdag, november 06, 2004 19:57 |
| living in this world can be dark but we live only one time so we have to start by ourselfs to bring some light the world is not only dark and white there is also grey in between dark and white but there will be grey in between |
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| light: | Dinsdag, juni 17, 2003 00:03 |
| jouw wereld is hoe jij die ziet,denk je wit krijg je wit,denk je zwart krijg je zwart.love end light | |
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| Auteur: Morgan of the dark | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 16 juni 2003 | ||
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