and he threw his paper down
in anger and frustration
father said mow the lawn
but can’t finish the equation
between black and white
can there be a grey destination
at the end of my road
when vultures pick on my rotting skull
do I have to pay for my black robe
but never intended anything wrong
will I dwell in the everlasting darkening abode
or shall I prevail trough holy beams of blinding white light
pure and through a divine but loathsome faith
grey is what I feel alas
nor do I have to say my choice awaits
the shiniest bright light emitting
light prevails as always
darkness in the corner waiting
red one: | Donderdag, mei 28, 2009 12:26 |
Hey Lion! ik heet niet Hermien het is een verzonnen verhaal! so... are you kidding me ? met je reactie? hihi daar lijkt t wel op. Groetjes red prettige dag verder |
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Auteur: Lion10cc | ||
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Gepubliceerd op: 27 mei 2009 | ||
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