policy @ 2007-11-27T02: 12:00
Without emotion, he looks
skin he
has never hated, but
he sums up with steely fist
Darest
rhyme you up, Dumpfbacke?
Or maybe the fish that never ventured to the land,
because he was too shy and too wet.
he will die, because the sun is shining, seems broken, but
continuously.
drying out and die and yet live on, because without fish, without fish
so is nothing.
For nothing is fish, unless it is floating in the sun, the bright
that hot.
Was I there in anger, and courage
rarely seemed to me
hurt you, you
dark ash grave,
slay me, yet I'll be there
at my funeral.
I'll be there if you get your shovel
own grave.
I'll be there and laugh, laugh
I will, your life will
For thine is the power and my
is death,
and the bird is the world as it revolves on him,
his feet. Without emotion, he looks
,
is hewn
has never caught, but hated
he has,
with steely fist
Darest
you to judge him?
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