Firis
Amateur Human
- Joined
- Jun 23, 2008
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IT
Poetry FTW
The sun glows bright, I can see the light, beyond the barrier, God is its carrier. The moon lingers, inbetween his fingers as it rises. The stars are singers, voicing the lyrics of spirits. The sky floats high, lifted by Angles waving goodbye. The water Receeds the fish cannot feed. The fire burns, chars and scorns, The rose plucked with thorns, The Demon with its horns, impaled on a spike under an Evil Reich, The animals teeth filled with meat, claws made with saws, blood of oil, eyes of steel, eyes of red, body of black, made by the man at the top of the tower, not even God interferes or appears.
Poetry FTW
The sun glows bright, I can see the light, beyond the barrier, God is its carrier. The moon lingers, inbetween his fingers as it rises. The stars are singers, voicing the lyrics of spirits. The sky floats high, lifted by Angles waving goodbye. The water Receeds the fish cannot feed. The fire burns, chars and scorns, The rose plucked with thorns, The Demon with its horns, impaled on a spike under an Evil Reich, The animals teeth filled with meat, claws made with saws, blood of oil, eyes of steel, eyes of red, body of black, made by the man at the top of the tower, not even God interferes or appears.