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My Beloved Darkness Junior

Data inscrierii: 22/Oct/2007 Mesaje: 5 Localitate: Birlad
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Trimis: 31/10/2009 22:00 Titlul subiectului: |
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Va trebui sa ma iertati ca pun o poezie intr-o limba straina, insa daca tot am scris-o ar fi pacat sa nu o impart.Mi-am dat silinta sa folosesc cuvinte uzuale.Sper ca veti intelege careva...
Thou not repent...
Thou not regret thy sins...
The Four Horsemen
Black feathered Horsemen, come screaming down to Earth
Like twisted horrors of unbearable nightmares
From desolate shattered souls come forth;
Their eyes burning negru celebrating liflessness.
War, the name given to the first to come,
Many bones shattered, rivers of blood shed,
In the name of almightiness this was done
And men lost their souls in the face of dread.
The second Horseman, Famin he was called,
He who forever hungers withins us all,
The one who turns the souls into solid cold,
Souls of the brave who've fallen and shall fall.
The third horseman, with poison in his heart,
Pestilence he named himself, true to his name he was
And mastered means of torture, to him it was art.
He destroyed those men's poor, saddened, souls.
Death has reared its throne on many blooded bones.
The fourth an final horseman, who bathed in blood soaked hate
Had come to claim all souls, and sadden many homes,
It came with hate in eyes, and its darken reign create.
It is a time of fears, a time of hate
Flee little men, but it is only fate. _________________ Bau? |
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