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Posted: Tue Sep 16, 2008 6:42 pm
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Yay for nursery rhyme ------- Little children of pure heart and mind Please come to kill me tonight. For gloom and brooms are all I can see In this world which nothing’s worth living. So, die, die, I can only say And kiss the darkness that tears me to shreds.
You little old men with wrinkled hands and feet Please come to die for me. For you life’s but a smearing of blue Fainting from wear and want of glue. So, fade, fade, the death gods chant And wander into the white canvas hand in hand.
Friends, of my age and unwise Come to sin with me tonight. For the siblings are dead, the adults screwed On our Mephistopheles Planet, with nothing else to lose. So, bleed, bleed, we can only try To wake up from this nightmare that’s our reality on high. ----------- question
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2008 3:11 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2008 9:25 pm
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Posted: Thu Sep 18, 2008 8:11 am
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Posted: Thu Sep 18, 2008 1:58 pm
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