2009. november 10., kedd

A kezdet

Our soul will burn like a thousand torch.
and the heat will sear all that is noob D:

We together will fight till the end.
Untill that cake stops being a pan.

Our destiny is to burn up the forest.
Lying under a tree makes me use a can.
Once in a lifetime, you'll only die once.
But your soul will have a scar which can't pawned.

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