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Necropolis
In this world, full of cruelty,
We try to be alive
Understand this life is nullity,
Imploring our God in fly
In this world, full of emptiness,
We pray at night in facility,
Indifferently ask for huge happiness,
Forgot to thank His magnanimity
Our life is like needle-lace,
Sometimes, carelessly, being in nonplus,
Have opened our haggard face
We cut that cover in horrify halves
This gloomy world, full of hangmen,
Irascibility, jealousy and purposeless,
Sepulchral voice and black swans,
This lonely world is called Necropolis.
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Последний раз редактировалось Alex4735; 26.11.2006 в 13:14.
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