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Gods and rains-Cauchy3
Contributed by
cauchy3
on
Tuesday, 12th December 2006 @ 09:46:03 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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Rains and Gods….
Rains I care not and ooze I care not. Favor rains are not. Fatal rules are washed. All are sudden all anew to wash.
Gods will cover all the favor rains. Sky is dark.
Leaking powers over our plays are play as over.
Rains have laid the dust.
Dirty pools are dirty wet. Bones are dry. Bones are dark.
We afraid no rains then go to visit the houses of cats.
Lionize men are worked in through. Stokes and wheels are plots.
Guns on hands and power sank.
Rains coming!
Rains seeped.
Powers pass on secret codes.
Powers pass no safely words.
Shallow runs are shadows go on rounds.
Heavy bloods control by evil powers.
Save my bloods and lick my wounds for bones of mine.
Powers seek on eyes as men are not elbow free.
All the paths we will get to wet.
Along their sides as mania go to mad and powers are mad to gods.
All are solid we are small with rains.
We are shallow but political rains are heavy.
Pitches on pits or pitches to pipes as wallow pity or dusty pools are two.
Belly out and long to form as width to dictate are over play. Are playful men!
Play a thing and plan a long and breadth.
Rains on jackets take out full.
Donkeys skirts off gods to shot.
Passing men away on axis as times when go to reply.
Rains are arms reply by bolts in blue.
Tense intense is verbs when all are shot.
Grades to thanks are all to sorrows.
Sorry gods are you also come as rains.
Le pluie etait couche de fatigue.
Ne vous irritez pas ou ne vous heureux.
Bonne la pluie!
Bonne la loi sur le mise mortel.
Nous ne pouvons pas le faire est se laver pour la loi en loque.
Le sait!
Pour l’amour de dieu il y a pluie.
.
Le ciel est sombre.
Commence a faire nuit pour tout le monde.
Le jeu etre aux petit soin pour le pouvoir.
Avoir de l’autorite sur le monde avec le loto sale.
La pluie est pour de sang froid.
Se couvrir de poussiere lourd.
La arête est sec.
Le arête est avec colour sombre.
Il est les poisons.
IL ne pass pleut.
Ca a ete vite pour le chat.
Vendre le amour pour la meche.
Les complots est les fusils avec les pouvoirs.
Riposter a les pouvoirs par les fusils et coupure dans la pluie avec le sang.
Mon nom avec le blague est cheung shun sang.
Tout fair arme de la shun sang est mon nom avec la blague.
Etre mettre pour le secret sur la poker de la politique en faire appel de la pensee.
Mais il ne pas tou jour les mots sans danger.
Ne pass sain et sauf tou jours amais.
Les mal prendre le contrle les sangs.
Lecher mon le gout.
Sauver mon le sang.
Chercher a fair le monde de la forces.
Juste sous mes yeux.
Il y a sans la justices.
La chose est le loi plein.
Mais nous sont la goutte.
Se complaire dans la terre sont la pitie.
Cet home prendre son curage pour les complots.
Les gouttes petit pour mon sang.
Se passer le complots de la dieu.
Il ne pas dieu.
Mais non est le dieu sur y la.
---------Cheung Shun Sang=Cauchy3---------
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