Anyone?
hmm.

dyingI am dying.dying
On a black chair,
surrounded by black roses.
The reaper reaps, and I am ripe for the picking. Picketh me? dare I wont say it. I'm going to hell. Or am I? The skeleton hand, that brushes my face. "Its time" he says "to take you away". on the blood splattered chariot, he rides to dusk. Precious in bones, I pray for life. But why why? Bones are sharp,
protect me from love. Why do I call for protection? Why am I scared? Because- I am dying.
On a black chair, surrounded by black rose
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No bastard ever won a war by dying for his country. He won it by making the other poor dumb bastard die for his country.
- General George S. Patton, Jr
Do I look like the type of person to honestly care?
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No bastard ever won a war by dying for his country. He won it by making the other poor dumb bastard die for his country.
- General George S. Patton, Jr
Do I look like the type of person to honestly care?
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love is everything
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~i wish that i could fly,
i'd take you there with me,
across the sky,
beneath the veil,
we all want to be free~
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Diese Welt ist so leer. Ich will und kann nicht mehr.
Exitus ~ E Nomine
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