Gabriel
26.9.2002, 11:37:50
Tämä on kertomus, siksi en laittanutkaan tätä runojen osioon, vaikka tämä runomuodossa onkin. Rivit ovat liian pitkiä jotta tämä ihan tavallinen runo olisi, joten luokittelen sen jonnekin runon ja kertomuksen välimaille. Vaikka kertomus on minä-muodossa, ei se silti ajatuksiani kuvaa. :D
Voi sanoa, että minulla oli hyvin tylsää englannin tunnilla eikä mitään parempaakaan tekemistä. Viimeisen säkeistön kahden viimeisen rimmaavan loppupäätteen keksimiseen antoi minulle itse asiassa innon eräs henkilö, joka paini saman loppupäätteen (kaikkein viimeisimmän rivin loppupääte) rimmauksen keksimisen kanssa.
Älkää katsoko tätä kuin aivan runoa, tämä on enemmänkin runollinen kertomus. Typoista syyttäkää näppäimistöä ja minun omaa tyhmyyttäni.
People tend to glance at me with look filled with antipathy,
they can't shed understanding and thus feel no sympathy.
People make a fatal mistake by trying to define me in their scale,
but I'm not a part of their equation and that is why they fail.
They disown their own innermost and wear the mask of false morality,
when I again proclaim my inner and so shatter their shelter of stupidity.
My declaration is too terrible for them to be accepted,
and so they lie that they don't understand and truth is dismissed and decepted.
The mankind dreads the truth and dazzles itself from its pureblood form,
it nullifies our self-righteous lies, so we don't look at it and it gathers like a storm.
It lurks under our minds and over this realm we unknowlingly let it glide,
until it pierces through the hymen of lies and overflows world with genocide.
Our inevitable and unstoppable fate towards which we stride is a total annihilation,
it shall become true through atomic war; that human desire - incinerous deathmasturbation.
And artificial and new sun will soon be born bringing the epoch of wastelands,
era of emptiness and homicide shall take rise and blowing winds will be filled with radioactive sands.
People despise me because I am the mirror wich reflects the corrosive truth they fear,
knowledge that seeds self-annihilation and makes mankind shred blood as tear.
The very fate towards which we stride is irresistable and goal of our false moralisation,
the deathintercourse at The Last Meal under glory of a mushroom cloud is a gate to final desolation.
My blessing to every single human nation
shall be firm and absolute incineration.
People look me at their scale and say that I just boast,
still they make an error so - I am looking towards a complete holocaust.
EDIT: Korjattu virheitä.
Voi sanoa, että minulla oli hyvin tylsää englannin tunnilla eikä mitään parempaakaan tekemistä. Viimeisen säkeistön kahden viimeisen rimmaavan loppupäätteen keksimiseen antoi minulle itse asiassa innon eräs henkilö, joka paini saman loppupäätteen (kaikkein viimeisimmän rivin loppupääte) rimmauksen keksimisen kanssa.
Älkää katsoko tätä kuin aivan runoa, tämä on enemmänkin runollinen kertomus. Typoista syyttäkää näppäimistöä ja minun omaa tyhmyyttäni.
People tend to glance at me with look filled with antipathy,
they can't shed understanding and thus feel no sympathy.
People make a fatal mistake by trying to define me in their scale,
but I'm not a part of their equation and that is why they fail.
They disown their own innermost and wear the mask of false morality,
when I again proclaim my inner and so shatter their shelter of stupidity.
My declaration is too terrible for them to be accepted,
and so they lie that they don't understand and truth is dismissed and decepted.
The mankind dreads the truth and dazzles itself from its pureblood form,
it nullifies our self-righteous lies, so we don't look at it and it gathers like a storm.
It lurks under our minds and over this realm we unknowlingly let it glide,
until it pierces through the hymen of lies and overflows world with genocide.
Our inevitable and unstoppable fate towards which we stride is a total annihilation,
it shall become true through atomic war; that human desire - incinerous deathmasturbation.
And artificial and new sun will soon be born bringing the epoch of wastelands,
era of emptiness and homicide shall take rise and blowing winds will be filled with radioactive sands.
People despise me because I am the mirror wich reflects the corrosive truth they fear,
knowledge that seeds self-annihilation and makes mankind shred blood as tear.
The very fate towards which we stride is irresistable and goal of our false moralisation,
the deathintercourse at The Last Meal under glory of a mushroom cloud is a gate to final desolation.
My blessing to every single human nation
shall be firm and absolute incineration.
People look me at their scale and say that I just boast,
still they make an error so - I am looking towards a complete holocaust.
EDIT: Korjattu virheitä.