sri, 1. ožujka '06 u 22:52
the sins of thy beloved - pandemonium
A seraph with brokeng wings
realize that the end is near
as he watches the twilight of the gods
in a divine warfare
dark perversive powers he witness
crushing divine hands
a seraph closes it's eyes
and alters to sand
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
In Soviet Russia,
Poem writes you.