Gabriel
1.8.2002, 13:35:56
Tässä sitten runo, jonka on tarkoitus kuvata enemmän tai vähemmän kärsimystä. Ei minusta kovin hyvä.
I have suffered way too much,
with madness I have been in touch,
in mental genocide glorious, such.
I have suffered way too much.
But I won't drop my own blood,
I shall keep that mine, my red flood,
my mind will as pillar strongly stand,
throwing it's deep shadow over land.
Through suffering have I become strong,
though during the process time seemed long,
I shall sing this brutal genoce song,
stop you can me only by ripping off my tongue.
Many times has my mind been drowning into sorrow,
strength from anyone ever I couldn't borrow,
on my very own weak feet have I stood,
and believe me, it didn't feel good.
I have shread too many tears,
during these very long years,
I have been standing against my fears,
and almost completely broken are all my gears.
Never ever have I had someone to speak,
times and times after; I have become weak,
losing every time of sorrow a bit of hope,
every time has become shorter the rope.
The time, I was almost completely broken,
during these long long times I haven't truly spoken,
I was alone then, not at all from nightmare awoken,
the heaviness almost crushed me, I got almost broken.
I have suffered way too much,
with madness I have been in touch,
in mental genocide glorious, such.
I have suffered way too much.
But I won't drop my own blood,
I shall keep that mine, my red flood,
my mind will as pillar strongly stand,
throwing it's deep shadow over land.
Through suffering have I become strong,
though during the process time seemed long,
I shall sing this brutal genoce song,
stop you can me only by ripping off my tongue.
Many times has my mind been drowning into sorrow,
strength from anyone ever I couldn't borrow,
on my very own weak feet have I stood,
and believe me, it didn't feel good.
I have shread too many tears,
during these very long years,
I have been standing against my fears,
and almost completely broken are all my gears.
Never ever have I had someone to speak,
times and times after; I have become weak,
losing every time of sorrow a bit of hope,
every time has become shorter the rope.
The time, I was almost completely broken,
during these long long times I haven't truly spoken,
I was alone then, not at all from nightmare awoken,
the heaviness almost crushed me, I got almost broken.