• Pastille rouge*

Je t´ai connu en meilleure forme cador

Je fais toujours ça, tu le sais pas encore?

Si c´est pour ça que j´ai du mal à cerner ton personnage...

Mon personnage n´est pas fait pour être facilement cernable...

• mode troll on*

MOI LES MYSTERIEUX J´LEUR TAPE DESSUS!!!!

Alors :
Pied de table
Dur à cerner
Schyzophrene
Bagarreur

Conditions déjà remplies

• attappe sa massue*

GGGGGRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!

• regarde le massacre*
• est heureux de tant de violence*
• va chanter*

Metallica

Disposable heroes

Bodies fill the fields I see, hungry heroes end
No one to play soldier now, no one to pretend
Running blind through killing fields, bred to kill
Them all
Victim of what said should be
A servant ‘til I fall

Soldier boy, made of clay
Now an empty shell
Twenty one, only son
But he served us well
Bred to kill,not to care
Do just as we say
Finished here, greetings death
He’s yours to take away

Back to the front
You will do what I say, when I say
Back to the front
You will die when I say, you must die
Back to the front
You coward
You servant
You blindman

Barking of machinegun fire, does nothing to me now
Sounding of the clock that ticks, get used to it
Somehow
More a man, more stripes you bare, glory seeker
Trends
Bodies fill the fields I see
The slaughter never ends

Soldier boy, made of clay
Now an empty shell
Twenty one, only son
But he served us well
Bred to kill,not to care
Do just as we say
Finished here, greetings death
He’s yours to take away

Back to the front
You will do what I say, when I say
Back to the front
You will die when I say, you must die
Back to the front
You coward
You servant
You blindman

Why , am I dying ?
Kill, have no fear
Lie, live off lying
Hell, hell is here

I was born for dying

Life planned out before my birth, nothing could I say
Had no chance to see myself, moulded day by day
Looking back I realize, nothing have I done
Left to die with only friend
Alone I clench my gun

Soldier boy, made of clay
Now an empty shell
Twenty one, only son
But he served us well
Bred to kill,not to care
Do just as we say
Finished here, greetings death
He’s yours to take away

Back to the front
You will do what I say, when I say
Back to the front
You will die when I say, you must die
Back to the front
You coward
You servant
You blindman

Back to the front

Schyzophrène? Merde, je savais pas...

Comme quoi on en apprend tous les jours!
Inconscient de se qu´il est

up là

qu´il est beau et passionnant mon topic !

oh oui alors

pour cet ilôt de poésie dans ce monde brutes.

• îlot*

Le doux nom d´Oblivion
Sonne comme le mot " nichons "
Pourquoi tant de grossierté ?
Dans ce beau monde de RPG ?

Je cherche la suite...

Et on se demande pourquoi il a été banni…

C´est un poéme !

Sinon je fus bannis pour avoir poster un lien humoristique !