Hate and fear are our fate
We don't see the shore of heaven
Now I feel, it's just too late
T'be a fool...oh yeah... whatever...
Strike of death in our mind
Badly wounded with my feelings
I'm just standing at my side
Listening the words of living
Lips of truth are closing fast
We can't kiss'em with our stories
We are just the fog and dust
Holding our evil worries...
Hate and fear
© Copyright: Максим Корпачев, 2007
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you can't be more evil than me
as vile as sudden death can be
chaotic stench goes in the wake
no living soul I cannot take
red anger rising from within
destroys all those who dare stand
dark powers are at my command
to kill the weaker brother twin
: ))
Ильин Денис 07.04.2007 14:48 • Заявить о нарушении
as vile as sudden death can be
chaotic stench goes in the wake
no living soul I cannot take
red anger rising from within
destroys all those who dare stand
dark powers are at my command
to kill the weaker brother twin
: ))
Ильин Денис 07.04.2007 14:48 • Заявить о нарушении
Poor baby! Little boy!
In the black sand jumping, playing
Challenging the little toy
To the darkness gladly praying!
All is not here as it seems
Grey is black, in its pullover
Flying to the pitty dreams
Soon will cease... all right... pull over... )))
Приятно встретить здесь тех, кто читает подобное )))
Максим Корпачев 07.04.2007 15:18 Заявить о нарушении
In the black sand jumping, playing
Challenging the little toy
To the darkness gladly praying!
All is not here as it seems
Grey is black, in its pullover
Flying to the pitty dreams
Soon will cease... all right... pull over... )))
Приятно встретить здесь тех, кто читает подобное )))
Максим Корпачев 07.04.2007 15:18 Заявить о нарушении