The world is a short stop In the distance between Sin and hell. Sun rises as a curse And the day is an Irredeemable shamefulness.
O, say something Before I drown in tears.
The trees are the sinful Ignorance of the ancestors, Breeze, a wicked temptation, The autumnal moonlight, A blasphemy, soiling the world.
Springs gush out of coffins And the disheveled mourners, Are the honour of the earth.
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They smell your mouth To make sure you have not said I love you. They smell your mind. This is a strange time, my dear.
Do not risk thinking. This is a strange time, my dear.
The one knocking at the door At night Has come to kill the light. You should hide the light In the closet.
Now, here are the butchers Stationed at each cross-road With tree-trunks and cleavers Dripping of blood. This is a strange time, my dear.
Surgically, They put smile on lips And song in the mouth. You should hide the joy in the closet.
Canaries roast On the fire of lilies and lilacs! This is a strange time, my dear. The devil drunk with triumph Celebrates our mourning at his table. We have to hide G-d In the closet.
I am a very sweet tooth girl everybody knows that. It has been two weeks I decided to exercise hard and lose some extra weight but look what this German guy sent me today!
Each small piece contains 2000 Kcal and I can not resist it :(((((( Comment please!!!!!!!!!