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THE GOD ABOVE THE ROTTERDAM
Contributed by
ARDHAZZ
on
Sunday, 6th December 2009 @ 07:55:30 AM in AEST
Topic:
war
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Today is May 14
I’m like tussling of dream
My town destroyed like bread crumbs
Tens of thousands dead silence like junk that no longer needed by their masters
Today is May 14
I’m like tussling of dream
I hear the wild cry of conscience rip
I kissed perfumed stench spread
Then I heard faint moans wave
The familiar moans of my heart
Moans that cradled me in a longing soul
I know your voice Gisella
Daughter of old captain's from Hoek van Holland
Yesterday smile greets me when combing your face in Nieuwe Waterweg
Nowadays your suffer face rip my inner pain
I sore to enjoying your body, Gisella
Bare your body's blood powder
Burns your’s nasty peeling skin
Inhuman Luftwaffes has cut your beauty body
Only had left your inner beauty, Gisella
The beauty of a persistent though not torn although thousand rounds of bullet through your body.
And symbolized in your smile
Detractor smile for your misty body pain
'I was slow Gisella'
flooding Rhine flows, contrite soul cursed
But
In the hunt for breathing heavily
Your Softly ;
'Never mind, this is deserts . Thousands of sin hoard to our state. Now God willing delete '
Jolted my thought
Your Sincerity affect my inner
Rebel my lip
Cursing for beings of our nation with a colonies brain
We are exposed from their latex devil behavior
You looked at me, Gisella
Stroke of smile alighted on your face again
Then you gift for anyone
For me, God, or a rotten Schmidt ?
You aren’t take heed to me again, Gisella
Your body is tired at the world
You aren’t close your eyes to release fatigue like ago
But to remove the soul shell
So that can free your soul dancing in paradise
Nothing like in the world
War adore a dukedom like property
Satisfiers Queen with rabble sacrifice
I’m be bent down in pain
My softly ;
'God, be laugh Your-self now
Denounce to tens of thousands of our souls
Covered with flaming storms
withdraw the soul
Infiltrate treasures
The evil Luftwaffes wings
Roared above us
Ready to chop off one by one our heads
Prosecuting our body
We were besieged by Your ‘s death, God! '
Whizzing of bullets has consumed by my ears
Closer, closer and closer
Until I feel sore whip my body
The Blood through out from my body
Now hollow my chest
Just left my softly;
'God forgive me
God forgive my nation
God protect the Rotterdam ‘
Fall down I kissed my land
I die
But God will not die
The God above the Rotterdam
Copyright ©
ARDHAZZ
... [
2009-12-06 07:55:30]
(Date/Time posted on
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