in the shadow of Jack
In the shadow of Jack
There’s no life
Blood will flow
Because he kills you with his butcher’s knife
Behind the shadow of Jack
The realm of the death will revive
But first you have to be killed
By Jack’s big butcher’s knife
How could you walk alone?
In that cold, dark lane
Whatever you try
Jack will gain
And kill us all
There’s no life
Blood will flow
Because he kills you with his butcher’s knife
Behind the shadow of Jack
The realm of the death will revive
But first you have to be killed
By Jack’s big butcher’s knife
How could you walk alone?
In that cold, dark lane
Whatever you try
Jack will gain
And kill us all
Reacties op dit gedicht
| -Black-Tears-: | Zondag, maart 27, 2005 14:24 |
| Wow... Na dit gedicht heb ik de hele tijd de neiging om achter me te gaan kijken of hij misschien agter me staat met zijn mes... Maar okee, leuk gedichtje! Leuk bedacht =D xxx |
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| zanna-marie: | Zondag, maart 06, 2005 15:46 |
| brrrrrrr mooooooi , en loop je door de donkere straten,jack de ripper houdt je steeds in de gaten.... | |
Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: green eyes gothic | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: ~Marina~ | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 06 maart 2005 | ||
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