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Herra-Ylppö

elämä on kuin yllätysjuhla,jos on jo kuollut sielultaan

hehe ;) gaygenLauantai 15.10.2011 17:27

Mies vasten miestä.
Ihoni kuuluu miehille.
Mies vasten miestä.
Samankaltaiset kuuluvat yhteen.
Mies vasten miestä.
Olen kahden isännän palvelija.
Mies vasten miestä.
Samankaltaiset kuuluvat yhteen.
Mies vasten miestä.
Mutta joinain päivinä sydämeni jäätyy.
Mies vasten miestä.
Kylmien kielten sivaltaessa!

everyone is laughingLauantai 15.10.2011 17:24

Nothing is for you
Nothing was for you
Nothing remains for you
Nobody needs you
Ha ha ha ha

Everyone is laughing
Everyone is laughing - yeah
Everyone is laughing
at you

Nobody stands you
and no one needs you
Nobody needs you
but everyone needs me
Ha ha ha ha

looooveee<3Maanantai 26.09.2011 02:54

STILL LOVING YOU<3

tankotanssi<3Keskiviikko 21.09.2011 17:00

nykyään sit harrastan tankotanssii :DDD <3

edge of night:(Sunnuntai 11.09.2011 16:35

home is behind the world ahead and there are many paths to tread.Through shadow to the edge of night until the stars are all alight.Mist and shadows.Cloud and shade all shall fade...

nääh paskaa:(Sunnuntai 28.08.2011 23:00

loukkaantumisen ja pitkän tauon jälkee juoksin 800m aikaan 2,40min ei vittuh miten paska alotus loukkaantumisen jälkee:(

jessy matadorrrr<3 zot ok!!! namiLauantai 27.08.2011 21:49

belakor-the desolation of ares!!!Sunnuntai 29.05.2011 16:36

The scene where the battle took place
Now only whispers of that war remain
Through fen damp and glade deep
Crept the fog which was their bane

Harkee the pain
Welcome your death and the silence it makes
As foe cleaves foe in the dawn
Bodies are strewn and sinews are torn

Blood, hate and fear are his tools
Shrouding their minds as they butcher like fools
The frenzy of panic drives their steeds
To a banquet grim for the crows to feed
Amid the fury and sickness of struggle
Ares strode unblemished and unseen
Weaving his magic and dark illusion
Upon a bloodied and wretched scene

Harkee the pain
Heralding death and the silence it makes
As foe cleaves foe in the dawn
Bodies are strewn and sinews are torn

Blood, hate and fear are his tools
Shrouding their minds as they butcher like fools
The frenzy of panic drives their steeds
To a banquet grim for the crows to feed

Though Ares had drove them to fight
A madness befell those who died
To know that their cruel hand and sword
Had slain their own brethren of yore