Sunday, March 12, 2006

Peter and Jane

Peter bought a gun, Peter told Jane to run, Jane ran, Peter shot Jane. Jane died

56k modem sucks

Distrust Doubt and Jealousy, May Scores Live in Infamy,

Morbid Dances without a Soul, Abscent Slaugther without a Goal,

Historys Bound to Repeat, It is human to Deceit.

Life's Clover we handsomely Tore, To make way for Bloodshed More,

Harbringer of Anger's Hate, Yet its Love we Satiate.

Corpses mourn malancholy, their wailing are sounds of Symphony,

Nevermind the deaftening cleft, mind the stench of age old death .

Placid Black with no rebate, even light cannot not escape.

A Falling Shard serves the Pain, Fathom the agony of the Rain.

to Chasms our friends we prod, on Brimstone our feet we trod,

Iron Maiden spikes beside, Iron maid, thorns Inside.

Truth from Beliel without a Lie, Wont You tell (your) god "The End is Nigh"?


-KilllRoy (cannot die)

2 Comments:

Blogger meiqi said...

wei..sounds good..but too chim..cannot understand..hahaha

7:31 AM  
Blogger Killl_Roy said...

hehe thanks...

i dont really get it as well..

ive said this before but im going to say it again "its funny how people are most inspired when they are sad".

anyway, thanks for helping me solve my rent/bond stuffs :)

11:32 AM  

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