squall est la depuis 669 et il a posté 14000 mess
ça fait 20mess/jour alors si moi j´ai pas de vie lui c´est quoi ? un moine.

squall>>>>> tu dois etres de c e ki se font tjrs enuiyé en cours,le pti suce boules,bouffon a ki on met des clak sasn arret,aller retourne sur ta ps2 t´enfermé ds ton monde imaginaire et lache nous erreur de la nature.

mdr déjà j´ai pas de ps2, j´ai même pas de console j´ai pas besoin du virtuel pour m´amuser moi. Les gars qui joue a FF8 par contre ils doivent sérieusement se faire chier.
Et puis en cours tout le monde me respecte, personne me frappe, je suis un dieu en classe j´ai des bonnes notes mais je fous le bordel.

Il ne faut pas prendre ton cas pour une généralité

et je me fous pas mal que tout le monde me déteste moi contrairement à vous j´ai suffisament d´amitié dans la vrai vie pour venir en chercher sur le net
d´ailleurs c´est pour ça que j´insulte tout le monde ici parce que dans la vrai vie tout le monde m´aime c´est lassant

mais squall il faut que je t´avoue un truc qui est la cause de mon hostilité envers toi depuis le début. Squall j´ai étais agressif envers toi pour ne pas te faire voir ce que je ressens en te voyant :

squall je...je t´aime

lol

c tout ce ke t a trouvé a dire patoof?
t vraiment pitoyable,et oui tu fais aprti des pti bouffon a ki on crache dessus,et biensur ke ta pas de ps2 tu ne sai pas ce k est une consonle ni meme un ff et tu te permet de jugé un jeu wahahha,ta ke ton pc,excuse moic vrai ta vie reele eele est ds maxpayne j avais oublier c mieu k une ps2 surement.

et t tjrs entrai nde dire, "ds la vraie vie" pkoi ce ke tu fait sur le net c koi ? un reve?,et tlm t aime,oui ton chien et ton chat sur ki tu passe t desire sexuel refoulé,aller va donc jouer avec t pseudo amis espèce de merde émotive vien pas posté ici tu te ridiculise a chak fois comem je te l ai deja di.

hell tu connais patoof toi? non
moi non plus

cthulhu dawnnnnnnnnn!!!

she was divinity creatures that kisserd cold mirors

Spatter the stars
Douse their luminosity
With our amniotic retch
Promulgating the birth
Of another Hell on Earth
Shadows gather poisoned henna for the flesh
A necrotic cattle brand
The hissing downfall pentagram
Carven deep upon the church doors of the damned
But no Passover is planned
A great renewal growls at hand
And only when they´re running
Will they come to understand...

Through arcades where shimmering snowfall
Lay in state with the sad and damned
A rent lament barely flung above a whisper
Drew Me like a ghost to the haunts of Man

For Our In humankind
Comes an underdog day Sunrise
Rippling with fire llike femaledition

Iplintered Her coffin and lay on the floor
Of a vault with Her clasped as the moon hugs the shore
What treachery this that She breathed no more?
Christ you bastard!

I wished Her back but the dead adored Her
Even wild winds sang in chora for Her
Saffron from my heart, from the start I swore
We´d be together more...

Creation froze with the triumph of Death
But still She stirred and awoke bereft
Of concern save for the aeons left
To lead the darkness...

Come distortured artists
Bitter things seek meaning
Even if they´re madness to behold
Once forbears to horizons
Where the dead stayed dreaming
Now nightmares waken souls
That fear the living´s toll

Gova, Bosch and Brueghel
Three times moonwise stain thy graves
For words alone are at loss to trace
The face of today´s inhuman wraith

One half adrift in the vast abyss
Of despair and misery
The other a mask of rich red lips
Whetted by the fevers of belief and greed

All damned in this inferno
Where even Virgil averts His eyes
From the black mass mutual gang rape
Of Caesing hands an forced divides

Trespass these seven gates
To a world bloodlet to shades
Where Seraphim
( Falling on deaf ears) bleat
Of their cold and coming Master´s race
In the seweres of Babylon
Stillborn to a trough anon
Chimiracles will hatch like plots
To dredge faeces to pearl their cross

Enter Penteholocaust!
Five Aeons past, yet still Man grasps
At final straws to save his cast

His Lord is a leper we shall not want
He betrayed us with white lies
His acrid pall as of the tomb
Reminds us how we rot inside

Gutted like fool´s paradise
Glutted on cruel appetites...

Holding court to chaos
Folding to far graver arms
A downfall fatal to all resounds
As orgies peak in self centred psalms

And Nature screams Her sufferings
Under bowed and cankered wings
A bleak scorched Earth necrotica burning
Like the robes we´ve torn from Her

She begs Us lay Her pain to rest
Lest We are left with nothingness
Save for Her stripped and ravished flesh

And if Her fate is not portent of Apocalypse
Then the comets that graxe nightskies
Will surely cleanse of wrongs and reichs
When you and I and all else dies...

It´s rotting down
This carcass Maggotropolis

Interdependent as worms to the grave
Allah´s true name is naught
Chist acannot save
Locked in a waltz of evermore frantic steps
Spells of regret...
Death Magick for Adepts

Be prepared to fulfill prophecies
The glorious fall of a sin dynasty

Gutted like fool´s paradise
Glutted on cruel appeitites...

"We´ve woven hearts a thorn arbour
Left tear streaked reason upon the shore
And bereft of compass, star or more
Set out for this World´s end
Few at the prow, most slave below
Painting coal a perfect gold
But for all it´s worth, the engines slow
Dead in the brine again
Come cabin fever, sodomy on the bounty
Prey to phallus seas
That hiss and foam to douse disease
A storm roars on the way
Blacker than the Ace of Rapes
Dealt out by Death in darkwood glades
Our Ship of Fools, all boards handmade
Sinks, dashed by seismic waves..."

"The Moon, she hangs like a cruel portrait
soft winds whisper the bidding of trees
as this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart
and the Midnightmare trampling of dreams
But on, no tears please
Fear and pain may accompany Death
But it is desire that shepherds it´s certainty
as We shall see..."

She was divinity´s creature
That kissed in cold mirrors
A Queen of Snos
Far beyond compare
Lips attuned to symmetry
Sought Her everywhere
Dark liqoured eyes
An Arabian nightmare...

She shone on watercolours
Of my pondlife as pearl
Until those who couldn´t have Her
Cut Her free of this World

That fateful Eve when...
The trees stank of sunset and camphor
Their lanterns chased phantoms and threw
An imquisitive glance, like the shadows they cast
On my love picking rue by the light of the moon

Putting reason to flight
Or to death as their way
They crept through woods mesmerized
By the taffeta Ley
Of Her hips that held sway
Over all they surveyed
Save a mist on the rise
( A deadly blessing to hide)
Her ghost in the fog

They raped left...
( Five men of God)
. ..Her ghost in the fog

Dawn discovered Her there
Beneath the Cedar´s stare
Silk dress torn, Her raven hair
Flown to gown Her beauty bared
Was starred with frost, I knew Her lost
I wept ´til tears crept back to prayer

She´d sworn Me vows in fragrant blood
"Never to part
Lest jealous Heaven stole our hearts"

Then this I screamed:
"Come back to Me
I was born in love with thee
So why should fate stand inbetween?"

And as I drowned Her gentle curves
With dreams unsaid and final words
I espied a gleam trodden to earth
The Church bell tower key...

The village mourned her by the by
For She´d been a witch
their Men had longed to try
And I broke under Christ seeking guilty signs
My tortured soul on ice

A Queen of snow
Far beyond compare
Lips attuned to symmetry
Sought Her everywhere
Trappistine eyes
An Arabian nightmare...

She was Ersulie possessed
Of a milky white skin
My porcelain Yin
A graceful Angel of Sin

And so for Her...
The breeze stank of sunset and camphor
My lantern chased Her phantom and blew
Their Chapel ablaze and all locked in to a pain
Best reserved for judgement that their bible construed...

Satanic Mantra
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"Archangel, Dark Angel
Lend me thy light
Through Death´s veil
´Til we have Heaven in sight!"