Because death I am
The time for flowers is past
and gone and the air is slowly with ashes filling
The crows are picking at the barren corpses
and sorrow is steadily sinking
The night is filled with cries of fear
and yet morning is soundly breaking
The musk scent of cadavers rotting on the ground
as time is idly wasting
It is an era of madness and greed where all do the killing
I can hardly say that I don't agree
Because death is my name and I am only gaining
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| into: | Vrijdag, juli 19, 2013 14:28 |
| Er plat op! Goed gedicht. | |
| middernachtzonnesteek: | Maandag, april 22, 2013 15:06 |
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| Auteur: Necerí | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sheena | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 22 april 2013 | ||
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