The void within speaks of a time
When people lived a life of rhyme Delayed are those, the kind that think That they are most significant No logic, sense or peace of mind In what they do, defeat they'll find Delivered from the ideal mode You shall be if you walk this road Eternal farms of cultured soil Wrapped are their heads in hats of foil For coming now as it has then A storm become the value ten A surreal influx of red moons Adapted from the ancient runes Sit down, relax and watch the show For all of this ends tomorrow
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Karine
2/8/2010 14:01:04
C'est juste sublime, pas d'autres mots, franchement...
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شحيه راك
10/8/2010 09:19:59
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