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Unique, strangely free. We shimmer in the air, no two alike And yet, Blood brothers are we. We fall gracefully, Laughing and dancing Upon the chill breeze. Looking at our wonderful destination. Slowly, The unbearable happens. They vanish. Brothers! Brothers! Gone, alone, Loneliness and quite introspection None are left, But me… The wonderful destination, At last a glimmer of hope. Appropriate, then That it should look As I feel. Barren, blackened. The perfume of violence and death Lingers in the still air, But nothing is left save for tears. So, I lay my weary head to rest, Upon a face, A dead man holding a sign. “The End is Nigh.”
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Jan 27, 2011
Jan 27, 2011 at 5:52 PM UTC
Fallen (version 1)
Unique, strangely free. We shimmer in the air, no two alike And yet, Blood brothers are we. We fall gracefully, Laughing and dancing Upon the chill breeze. Looking at our wonderful destination. Slowly, The unbearable happens. They vanish. Brothers! Brothers! Gone, alone, Loneliness and quite introspection None are left, But me… The wonderful destination, At last a glimmer of hope. Appropriate, then That it should look As I feel. Barren, blackened. The perfume of violence and death Lingers in the still air, But nothing is left save for tears. So, I lay my weary head to rest, Upon a face, A dead man holding a sign. “The End is Nigh.”
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dejan-dudich
Bosnian
Jan 27, 2011
Jan 27, 2011 at 5:52 PM UTC
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