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The only stars I see;
Are those that mock my bleeding skull;
The only God I know;
Is good at forsaking his own.
The only joy I know;
Was enjoyed by the wicked;
The only God I know;
Is dead!

Hahaha.... My main nigga! How is you,man? I go charge you go kourt if you quote me again....!!! What's up with you, my nigga? @ Robinz...

Where's my privayte doktor Pukkah, ?? Where's pinky Venus, ? Where is the enigmatic Alienstar?

And the klub I'm supporting, Maccabi tel Aviv loses... Damn!

Goodnyt, Mr. Ray. You are supposed to be watcheen champion leeg...

Even when the morning comes;
I hide in darkness, behind doors;
Where God wants me to be;
For I am a shadow;
Banished from light;
And married to darkness.

So, Ada, when are u resuming. Hope they didn't change your kourse....

I've kome to kongratulate us.

Haven't yam tubers seen your nãkëdnéss enough?
Should your black-notted breasts turn earthworms' carrots?
While my greedy lips are sold to sour lines of mourning;
Belinda, I'm more viral than those filthy maggots;

My death would I choose a thousand times;

For your tear to drop, or should your tongue know limes.




Juggernauts are getting betray'd again by ugulu;

And late blooms have begun to suffer from flu;

Yes, seasons have changed, but you lay there, Belinda;

You lay in desolate, allowing dusts to hinder;

A d'serving lip that should win your kiss, and let termites;

Part your legs, and inherit your orchard;

What can they offer other than rueful bites?

Belinda, the sky should be your lowest yard;

But there you lay wrapped up in dust;

Allowing your peerless beauty to rust.

The moon still shines when sun pretends to die;


But it doesn't shine on me, I'm far away;


Far away, buried in the endless tears I cry;


Belinda, I thought our friendship was going to stay.


Of sombre peregrination, I am a pilgrim;


I'm the loot of the frosty hands of loneliness;


I miss you each time my heart beats, gbim! gbim!


Since you died, I was married to sadness.




Yes, I part the legs of solitude, I make love to it;


Though, there is no warmth to pleasure me;


My manhood has turn'd to ice, the same you teased;


My testes is cold, but not as cold as my heart.