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Date Posted: 11:22:08 12/14/04 Tue ![]() Who in his lifetime is good on Earth Becomes after death an angel And you watching the sky ask yourself Why can't you see them Wer zu Lebzeit gut auf Erden wird nach dem Tod ein Engel werden den Blick gen Himmel fragst du dann warum man sie nicht sehen kann First when the clouds go to sleep You can see us in the sky We are afraid and alone erst wenn die Wolken schlafen gehen kann man uns am Himmel sehen wir haben Angst und sind allein God knows I won't be an angel Gott weiss ich will kein Engel sein They live behind the horizon Divorced from us endless wide They must hold to the stars [firmly fixed] So that they don't fall from Heaven Sie leben hinterm Sonnenschein getrennt von uns unendlich weit sie müssen sich an Sterne krallen [ganz fest] damit sie nicht vom Himmel fallen ..Just call me Swastica, I have nothing else.. ..My blood is but Dutch Warmblood, not that it matters now.. ..The dull grey is what paints my skin with dapples and too many scars to remember.. ..I am a murderer, not a child carrier and not confused.. ..I have seen 13 years of hatred.. ..I am a notable 17 hands.. ----------------0---------------- there was nothing left for this soldier. nothing but scars, horrible memories, a terrible past. the grey tainted murderer stood down the shadow of a tree in a cold night. mid hald could be seen shining down the moon. one epty eye looking at his soroundings and the other hiding in the darkness. his hind carrying a symbol that many should know and fear, but did it mattered now? it just another scar, just another story. a low snort scaped from his nares before he turned and pushed his old bud still strong body deep into the woods. he just was waiting for his time to leave this war... [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] |
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