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Yesterday’s tomorrow has come
With its treacherous colors
And repainted sun rays
To fulfill our heinous wishes
And exonerate our wasted
Years of regrettable sorrow
From damnation
Yesteryears erroneous ascension
In legendary smoky graveyards
Surrounded by blood thirsty vampires
And the lost souls of grave diggers
Have bored the desired fruits
Never to die
Never to live
Prepare your first ever records
And cash flight
Hand over the keys
Of extraterrestrial dungeons
For the cannibalistic remains
Of the missing and mutilated
Ones to be honored
Hush! Acclaimers of another tomorrow
No more “another 24hrs”
If the plague must not meet you here
Though it will like the frogs
And the massacred first sons
Mob the floors of your households
Another ethnocide
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Mots-clés
Debes ingresar al sitio con usuario y contraseña para agregar etiquetas.
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Profil de l'auteur
Awa Innocent Ndah
L'usager n'a encore rien écrit dans son profil de Panorama.
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Commentaires
food of thought Bemoute serge Mario | Jan 10th, 2008
A good portrayal of some societies in which the light is still to illuminate.
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