Holy Land Δημιουργός: AceOfSpades, Σπλατς όπως λέμε Χόλυγουντ αλλά καμμία σχέση.. ίσια γη προσπάθεια φραγκοποίησης..ξεκινήσαμε με πειράματα.. άντε καλό ανασχηματισμό να έχουμε Εκτύπωση από: http://www.stixoi.info [color=black][font=georgia]So straight is our land, lack of outings for mothers with their children though.
The rocks are missing, to the mountains we never smelt a winter’s breeze
Trees have never nourished by the spring’s navel.
The winds in so many crafts but never hewed our flat and straight land.
Straight land and we must feel happy. We never saw a nightfall
Night some they called to heel them
To cover like a bandage the most of the daytime’s wounds
but we didn’t spare them a night.
Once I remember, we brought a simulated darkness --
and yes they were charmed
and yes this is maybe a proper explanation.
In our straight land you will never met a wild beast or any savage person
Anything here is domesticated, and those have made the same to us in turn
Any talk is calm and placid
Where to find a fire even a sparkle in our straight and perfect land
Blood is now frozen; there we sometimes using our souls invented fights
Sperm is now frozen; there we sometimes using our bodies invented fights
And happily there is no need for crying, just as well.
Perfect land we have.
The magicians and the gypsies do not exist here.
We drove them out. All of them!
The tales are forbidden in our plain land.
Why? Because are gales and storms and we don’t want such these issues here.
In our land the perfect, straight and flat and plain there is only one and main road:
There it goes any aged being who is feeling the call of a death
And it dies
There it goes any child who is feeling the call of a plaything
And it’s turned to an aged being.
In our proper land no games are allowed.
Our residences are pretty in our land that’s flat.
Hence we are pretty, our husbands or wives too.
Sweet voiced probably, in brave and all admirable
We are all looking the same, who can tell us the differences
There is no other standard; maybe we are all just pathetic
Maybe our souls are black and full of bile, but…
Who cares, we are all looking the same
And we have kept our holy land closed for the strangers since a long
In our earth the perfect, we afraid of the music
We all have amulets to protect us from it
However we don’t afraid the music as most
Much the travels I can say, it can makes itself straight away from our earth.
That’s why. We never tried wings; none of us.
So if anybody will learn to fly?
Thus our plain land will be deserted?
In our straight land there is no illness
We are all rich and full of health
Kings and emperors we all are!
But we will never become anything more of what we are.
And God it is just an unnecessary luxury.
In our land the perfect, straight and flat and plain
Few weeks now in continuity we planning war
To deploy it somewhere, but all the time we end up here ' that needs to be done
We cancel every day, every day the war is happening somewhere else
Our land remains perfect, straight and flat and plain
We just living
We living here
In no worries we wandering ‘sad instead
In our straight, our beautiful and plain
Holy Land. [/color][/font]
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