30
Nov
2014
Oh, sell me the infection, it is only for the weak. No need for a sympathy, the misery that is me.
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Oh, sell me the infection, it is only for the weak. No need for a sympathy, the misery that is me.
In my thoughts and in my dreams They’re always in my mind. These songs of hobbits, dwarves and men and elves. Come close your eyes. You can see them too.
I feel cold when I cry out for the bark take him back to Avalon. Dwell on for a new age so long sleep well my friend.
One ring to the dark lord’s hand sitting on his throne. In a land so dark where I have to go.
Where are my arms I’m missing you, can see through you I’m missing pain and movement I’m gliding into light and knowledge across an everlasting pasture
The sweet smell of a great sorrow lies over the land. Plumes of smoke rise and merge into the leaden sky. A man lies and dreams of green fields and rivers. But awakes to a morning with no reason for waking.
Mensch: das einzige Lebewesen, das erröten kann. Es ist aber auch das einzige was Grund dazu hat. Man: the only living being that can blush, but it is also the only one that has a reason to do so.
An old man by a seashore At the end of day Gazes the horizon With seawinds in his face
Soon it’s over, the dwarfs defeated. The silence of the caverns stand still. Orcs took the command of the caves and depths. The darklord has reached his will.
