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Posted by Soliloquy on 17.05.2006 at 03:24
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since MS started all overagain, i decidied to get rid of the numbers. but i believe this should have been the 5th poetry thread.
anyways, you guys know the rules. post somethig you wrote, or a friend of yours wrote. or if you dont want to post some poem, you can always read others work and comment on that. unlike the last poetry thread, lets try to comment on every poem we get in.
(if you want me to add or remove something, just PM me, and i'll edit it right away.)
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 Evil Chip
Posts: 478
Age: 21
From: Chile
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02.12.2012 at 07:17
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Written by ANGEL REAPER on 28.11.2012 at 19:34
I dont want to be waken up
in dreams you cant taste your tears
i dont want to be sobered up
i like to live in my world of fantasy
i dont need waking up pill
no phone call to get me out
this world only i control
i want to stay in prison of dreams
i live in emptiness and
no one there knows my name
i play with voices and
no one cries there for me
here i am free...
That is really awesome. I really loved the image of this verse "no phone call to get me out"
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ANGEL REAPER
Posts: 2105
Age: 21
From: Serbia
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03.12.2012 at 18:46
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Written by Evil Chip on 02.12.2012 at 07:17
Written by ANGEL REAPER on 28.11.2012 at 19:34
I dont want to be waken up
in dreams you cant taste your tears
i dont want to be sobered up
i like to live in my world of fantasy
i dont need waking up pill
no phone call to get me out
this world only i control
i want to stay in prison of dreams
i live in emptiness and
no one there knows my name
i play with voices and
no one cries there for me
here i am free...
That is really awesome. I really loved the image of this verse "no phone call to get me out"
thanks man...
the whole song/poem was made in reaction to this thought "The red pill was the waking up pill.I took blue one instead.I wanted to dream." and then i remembered The Matrix...
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nobody
Posts: 34336
Age: 28
From: Sweden
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07.12.2012 at 21:54
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Those who enwy
Those who enwy disapears
in cold ocean whit out shores
and will be silenced forever
no can hear hoples whispers
only the life, the another life
in time when cruel storys
destroyinmg illisuons
on men made island
what can not be sean
from watter
where sinnners.....
.... and those who envy
Old sound
Old sound
in the woods
what elders can guess
but cant remeber
where does it come from
Old sound
and nordic forest
is raging for old times
when giants slept alone
silently and gathered
in forgoten circle
and bards played
ballads and old tunes
what nobody never will hear
whit mortal ears
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 Raging Dreamer
Posts: 355
Age: 41
From: USA
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08.12.2012 at 03:09
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Ok, as promised via the shout box...
This is a poem I wrote in 2005. I've posted it twice on my blog on Word Press, each time in celebration of winter, snow and the holiday season. It just seems fitting. Enjoy.
The Dance
It was a day I shall always remember,
A day in which heaven fell freezing at my doorstep
And all but the Tannenbaums were silent
In this wasteland of memories I sat thinking
In an argumentative dialogue with myself, I paced and sat , and paced again
In time with the sand which fell within the glass, I wrestled with my troubled soul
Angrily, I stared at my window, in chastisement of the fog,
Which now concealed my view
Hiding all but the shadows which lurked behind my confusion
Then I heard it.....
The soft footfalls which pounded within my drumming ears
Taunting me to look above the menagerie which lingered around my chair
Hesitantly I stood upon the floor which denied me the pleasure of a quiet walk
Groaning in harmony, my feet pursued the path where the grey light fell
Until I reached those glass eyes which opened with a jolt, and there, I saw her...
She was as cold as a winter's breeze through my open window in December
Her elegant waltz in the falling embers of a dying angel's wings
Enchanted, I gazed at her
Struck by her fragile form, I could not help but wonder at her movements
Graceful and adorned in ice-fairy kisses,
She danced until completely swallowed by the sea of white
I was caught so unaware at her lustful radiance,
That chance had ordained such grace of visitation
Not a closed lid would I have shown her had she looked my way
Then suddenly, without a single trace she vanished
What path she followed, I could not see
But stricken with the pain of longing, I scarce could endure but to follow
The flurry felt within the steps were but a fraction of the pounding of my heart
Which for the first of many years had leapt from my chest at such wondrous visions
Visions which betrayed my very breath
Running, I felt the chill of December chasing my flesh at a dizzying pace
For I had forgotten my coat in this coldest of winters
Frozen, without a thought for the winds, I had run into the storm
Silently, I heard again the footsteps of her dancing, beckoning my follow
So off into the fading light of evening I walked,
Never feeling the cold, never caring for any but the angel I had seen at my window
Deeper into the endless towers of the forest, I followed the sound
Echoing now as tiny bells,
The melody of my enchantress played on in my fever, which faded into delusion
Halted, I stood at the river, gazing
Pondered did I at my arrival, which jolted me from slumbering steps
Had I followed some witch bent at ending my lonely life?
Forsaken within, I slowly turned toward the sound of thunder
And I rememember no more
For as quickly as I had awakened, I fell into the deepest of slumbers, pierced only by the bells
It must have been days which passed
Delerium floated in dreams which could not have been imagined by mortals
Until finally, the light peered at my face in wonderment
In the snow had I fallen,
Struck by thundering horses with ... bells... on the harnesses
Running free from the horseman, or could it have been the reaper's mare?
Scarcely could I tell the difference
For what had nearly taken me from life had spared my lonely existence
Surely I would have died in my lack of bearings, in so deep a forest in winter
With such stark realization, I could not hesitate in my thankfulness
And greeted once again by the cold, I headed to the beginning
The beginning of my dance
I would never again see the angel which had vexed me so
But on silent winter nights, I can still hear the footsteps in my lucidity
As once again my heart pounds with delight, just before the dawn...
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scapeplan
Mouthcrab
Posts: 238
Age: 13
From: USA
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08.12.2012 at 05:34
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I'm not exactly a poet but here are two I wrote:
This one is from about 209 days ago:
Crawl to me, my friend
Let me find mercy and amend
But I forget that you have gone
I call your name, come, look what they've done
I know I mutter beyond the wall
And unto the Angels I appall
Upon their wings lies the gun
And inside their hearts is a megaton
The noose slipped from above me
I was handed a lease and a key
Destruction for life
No choice, I could not end my strife
My torn body bleeding
Woven and exceeding
The fate to come
Was inevitable to some
And my last war machine falls
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This one is much more recent, from just last night:
I think a door in my mind shut
When hollowed sallow skin was cut
And that sanity threw itself out
Through the door's stone doubt
Limbs contort themselves
Each looking for their own grave
My eyes elicit red lines
A knife comes through my freshly ripped sark
Eyes constrict
Intestines evict
Mental evisceration
Aural delapidation
I soliloquate a travesty
Birth chemistry
Observe majesty
In condignation of my insanity
All their voices sing a madrigal
Deathly denominal
Acumen fully eclipsed by entropy
Intuition atrophy
Tergiversate pain
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Less coherent than Anal Cunt.
Eric Brecht once liked my Facebook comment. Therefore, by the translative comment, Chuck Schuldiner like my comment.
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Sumentaa
Posts: 252
Age: 29
From: Bulgaria
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08.12.2012 at 15:52
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Written by axelx666 on 02.08.2012 at 10:01
(been awhile since i contributed, so here's one)
FIGHTING SOLDIER:
alone dark and quiet
nonchalent ambience surrounds me,
i am worn
i feel torn
i am young
i feel old
i walk this path not alone
my shadow beside me
in the valley of death i stand
i embrace it's hold on me
i don't let go
i can't see
i can't hear
i feel numb
i start to shiver
i look down my crosshair
i can't tell who is who
or if the war is though
i start to run
i don't stop
my heart racing
something passes though me
i collapse on the ground i walk
i crawl to the sight of a shadow
it beckons me near
suddenly i can hear
it says "come now, it's over"
i take it's hand
knowing it's my last dance
it laughs deviously
and im pulled below
into the unknown.
(feedback is welcome thx  )
Awesome  Somehow this grabs me at first sight. Maybe, because I'm a soldier too
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Thy soul shall find itself alone
'Mid dark thoughts of the grey tomb-stone;
Not one, of all the crowd, to pry
Into thine hour of secrecy.
"Spirits of the Dead-Edgar Allan Poe"
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MechanisT
Posts: 1083
Age: 23
From: Bangladesh
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08.12.2012 at 17:12
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Unearthing the crown of treason
Phenomena brought to (inevitable) fruition
The magnitude of which is uncertain
Drawing ever closer, with inch-perfect precision
Subliminal in its approach, cautious build-up
Once fulfilled, there is no return to the former
Irreversible, nonresponsive
Restoring of the status quo nullified
Resistance to dogmatic interpretation
Or so it is claimed
A self-serving purpose held in high esteem
Inherit, utilize, disintegrate
As seen fit
The will of the stronger, in triumphant defiance
Above sheep and rubble; they who embrace mediocrity
Barter innovation for obsolescence
For peace!
Naivety; the one and only sin
That must be purged
Beyond meagre futility
The will to reconstruct dominating
At its zenith, the grandest utopia
Where nothing is everything and seamless are these havens
The evermorphing meadows of deceit
Neither subordinated by time nor objectivity
Legacy ensured
This manipulistic approach, an art honed to perfection
Lex Talionis amplified for maximum efficiency
Helming the grandiose artifice, the aeons are set in motion
All praises to thee, progenitor of the Expedient Overture.
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nobody
Posts: 34336
Age: 28
From: Sweden
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08.12.2012 at 21:53
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Written by Raging Dreamer on 08.12.2012 at 03:09
Ok, as promised via the shout box...
This is a poem I wrote in 2005. I've posted it twice on my blog on Word Press, each time in celebration of winter, snow and the holiday season. It just seems fitting. Enjoy.
You are 1th pereson who's post I print out because its awesome, I can describe it I cant read such long posts so deep sitting near PC, I print out and read it many times is awesome
I nrealy wish I was person who wrote it its beautiful
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Stormtroopers of Death - ''Speak English or Die''
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nobody
Posts: 34336
Age: 28
From: Sweden
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19.12.2012 at 01:05
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Her Soul(So Dark)
[b]She whispered silently
under a nightwing
and asked for pleasure
lust and satisfaction
in night when blizzard
destroyed silent harmony
she is...
..soul so dark
she is...
....so cold
she is...
...so invisible
she is ...
....so dead
Darkness created temptation
but fingers felt the ice
tong felt the ice
and body felt the ice
sensible voice
from above
stopped me from....[/i]
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Stormtroopers of Death - ''Speak English or Die''
I better die, because I never will learn speek english, so I choose dieing
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Oaken
Hipster
Posts: 1313
Age: 17
From: Syria
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27.12.2012 at 20:59
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Written by MechanisT on 08.12.2012 at 17:12
Unearthing the crown of treason
Phenomena brought to (inevitable) fruition
The magnitude of which is uncertain
Drawing ever closer, with inch-perfect precision
Subliminal in its approach, cautious build-up
Once fulfilled, there is no return to the former
Irreversible, nonresponsive
Restoring of the status quo nullified
Resistance to dogmatic interpretation
Or so it is claimed
A self-serving purpose held in high esteem
Inherit, utilize, disintegrate
As seen fit
The will of the stronger, in triumphant defiance
Above sheep and rubble; they who embrace mediocrity
Barter innovation for obsolescence
For peace!
Naivety; the one and only sin
That must be purged
Beyond meagre futility
The will to reconstruct dominating
At its zenith, the grandest utopia
Where nothing is everything and seamless are these havens
The evermorphing meadows of deceit
Neither subordinated by time nor objectivity
Legacy ensured
This manipulistic approach, an art honed to perfection
Lex Talionis amplified for maximum efficiency
Helming the grandiose artifice, the aeons are set in motion
All praises to thee, progenitor of the Expedient Overture.
That was purely fantastic. Kudos. Does it have a subject?
Here's one I wrote as a lamentation to my withering city:
The Esoteric Soliloquy Of Damascus:
Thy virginal purity, my olden monolith
Lies on the verge of desecration
An ensanguined sword, unsheathed to strike
By the order of Fate The Tyrannical
The serpent is viciously writhing
Spewing filth and tenebrous rot
Engulfing thee with swirling murk
Alas, the looming sword now draws near
Flames lustfully scorch thy glorification
As the immemorial years become not but cinders
In the cold furnace of life awaits thy finality
As ashes, to be swept away with the tides of time
Thou now existest in an isthmus of thy own continuum
Shrouded by a cloak so dark, deep in thy esotericism
Intriguing it is, but of a queer mysticism
For as the sword descends, thy soliloquy is:
O Catapult...
Thy shrapnel wounds me not
I am the faceless one
I am the immaterial one
Sling axes, sling rocks, SLING CITIES AT ME!
For as I receive them, as they land in my tender arms
Thou shalt see that
It is I who is the catapult that wretches the land
It is I whose angst is the bane of banes
It is I who is the master of the guillotine
It is I, the city of virginal purity
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nobody
Posts: 34336
Age: 28
From: Sweden
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29.01.2013 at 01:44
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There Comes The Undertaker
Eternal question, about living and dying
Lost it meaning, same like heaven and hell
Doesn't matter if man dies young or live longer
Because in the end there comes the undertaker
Snow fades, same roots of oak
And river dries out or overflowing
Sorrows kills, bullets saves
And in the end there comes the undertaker
Lying here, dying there
Falling apart, broken heart
As child i lived, as old man I won't die
Because in the end there comes the undertaker
Tired from darkness, depressed from light
Mentally disorder and paranoia
Live to die or live to love doesn't matter
Because in the end there comes the undertaker
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Brütal Legend
Posts: 2182
Age: 26
From: USA
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06.02.2013 at 00:29
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I'm hoping to enter these two in a contest, so let me know what you think:
Jester
When all the magic is gone
When the circus leaves town
And the stars come after the sun
Only gray remains in sight and sound
There under neon lights
The last ones come play
Dancing to merry music
As the sun sets this day
A clown and a harlequin
Dance in the street
A juggler plays with fire
As I pass by, I greet
Samson the strong lifts
Shamus the short man
The twins of Siam
Show their sleight of hand
All along the tripwire
The trapeze artists prowl
The elephants charge
The lions and bears growl
In the middle of it all
Where I aim to go
The ringleader bids me over
Welcoming me to the show
Deep within the big top
Past these painted halls
The crowds may be gone
But the entertainment calls
One I remember
A girl dancing on a ball
Was one worth watching
and following her call
She's a walking canvas of colors
Each a shard of personality
To her, life's a joke
So she laughs at it merrily
Each step a tread
The music's much louder
She's the picture of joy and laughter
There's no face beneath the powder
The lights dim to darkness
The band plays on
The cast walks out from the shadows
The show has just begun
I watch the show in endless fascination
A well-oiled machine of fun
While I stand by and enjoy the show
I keep my eye on only one
The girl of my dreams and nightmares
My life's bright shining light
My little Jester girl
Dancing on into the night
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At The Temple Of Sound
A stone-faced enigma filled with mysteries
From silence comes sounds muffled by the trees
This ancient plain consumed by passing time
From rights of conquest made by laws divine
Come unto the marble steps
Fear the stone golems that forever protect
A doorway into eternity
The last remnants of society
Shifting clouds in a bleeding sky
Left the world with nary a dry eye
When all else was vanished and washed away in the rain
Only the legend of the temple remained
Echoes deep within the valley night
Darkness defiled by the raging light
Souls forever trapped in stone
Unite the temple power zone
Power, chaos, a grim fate
Deluded grave robbers tried to infiltrate
They became casualties of the endless forest
Victims forever laid to rest
Once a harvest moon, the temple will arise
Nothing escapes it's all-seeing eyes
With a wall of sound it seeks to reclaim
To further extend its endless domain
Andes Mountains, the Yucatan
In its path, nothing stands
The wall of sound seeks decimate life
Putting an end to deafening strife
In the end when the sound had died
The Earth survived its final homicide
Man's a myth, but the legend thrives
Now the Earth can sing its silent hymn inside
The Temple
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nobody
Posts: 34336
Age: 28
From: Sweden
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06.02.2013 at 01:34
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I open doors silently
and shattered spirit wander
just like me , we both was lost
no name, and no begging
only eternety and never ending dreams
weeping quietly
crack me open, broke me violently
touch me softly, kiss me deadly
no matters to me anyway
'cause it was not ment to me
'cause I belong in eternity
'cause I am different
'cause I am not afraid
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Lit.
Brütal Legend
Posts: 2182
Age: 26
From: USA
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06.02.2013 at 20:02
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Here's another one I just finished:
The Longest Night
The sun has died
Nothing more than ash
Man cannot survive
In this burned out hell
The moon is grinning wide
The stars begin to laugh
Man must learn to thrive
Before the shadows move in
Their eyes blank in the dark
The void swallows them whole
The night chill pierces the bone
Until there's nothing left inside
The madness of the lark
Is taunted by the nightingale
The crow squawks all alone
The owl turns its head
The dark city is alight
Abandoned by all but ghosts
The forests is still alive
Crawling on the underside
They survived the first fright
The empty became their home
They learned how to survive
They're not the only ones
Creatures in the night
Stalk before the prowl
They'll find you if they can
Don't bother trying to hide
In the dim an endless fight
The species' great divide
The rise, fall and second chance of man
Deep within the longest night
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nobody
Posts: 34336
Age: 28
From: Sweden
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27.02.2013 at 02:29
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She left yesterday
Went down to endless road
She might come back one day
When singles bird will approach melancholy
In sorrowful land
Room full whit tears
Where windows painted black
And sunshine fades away in July
And rain keeps on raining
Trought hole in your roof
What you cannot fix
Like you cannot fix broken heart
And get back life
What you had before you met her
In this endless road
Where sunshine always shines in July
Where you can go back
Using your last opportunity to smile
Live and smile again
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Stormtroopers of Death - ''Speak English or Die''
I better die, because I never will learn speek english, so I choose dieing
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whatsacow
Posts: 1845
Age: 20
From: Australia
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28.02.2013 at 10:39
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Damn it's been a long time since I've written anything. This is far from my best work, but oh well.
The butchered soul of all predilection
unknown, untold and unsure
disorientated, self awareness fades away
a perdition fully realised by its barren state
The vermin vitality
a penchant for mortality
the malevolent force: reality
rears it's ugly head
and as the farcical normality
reiterates brutality
and all these callous fucking fallacies
will never stay dead
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nobody
Posts: 34336
Age: 28
From: Sweden
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28.03.2013 at 13:55
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We use to live once in this road
soaked wet in autumn rain
burned oyr skins in summer sun
We use to ride till edge of world
no quastens asked anout the time
no sorrows, no guilt at all
We use to live together in speed
frezzed in cold winter day
lost oyr shades in spring sunligt
we use to be together
but days has past, and I still dont understand
why you keep sorrow in long long years after my death
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Life is to short for LOVE, there is many great things to do online !!!
Stormtroopers of Death - ''Speak English or Die''
I better die, because I never will learn speek english, so I choose dieing
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nobody
Posts: 34336
Age: 28
From: Sweden
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28.03.2013 at 14:00
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They summon 13 forgotten moons
in ritual of ancient ceremony
what don't bring evil
but relise calm enegry
what reflects our mind
and heals spirit
They(others) said
its blasphemy
and destroyed our temple
changed story and everything
so our ships was ready
and we went to 11th moon
what our children
in nowadays knows
like mother earth
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Stormtroopers of Death - ''Speak English or Die''
I better die, because I never will learn speek english, so I choose dieing
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