under the shit

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cradle of hell

the creatures that kissed in the cold mirors

vai bientot me retanter les 24 heure no nstop ca cété fun

new page now?

ho! that´s right

drums!

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...

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

HER GHOST IN THE FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOG

yoooooooo tchooooooooooooo!

last mess
yahooooooooooooooooooooooo

un ptit mess
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j´en ai marreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!
j´ai la tete come une pasteque!!!!!
putain de dents de sagesses de merdeeeeeeee!
jpeu plus boufferrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
je plus parlerrrrrrrrrrr!
argggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!

sinon a pars ça ça va!

t en forme squall^^

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un dernier pour la route

I can i can see
i´m going blind
i can see i can see
i´m going blind
I CAN SEE I CAN SEE
IM GOING BLIND!!!!!!!

alor squall ten a telecharger des children?

non dsl man =) j ai pa eu encore le temps! =)

yohell ouais j ai la patate lol
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