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Contributed by
arijadna77
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Saturday, 10th May 2008 @ 09:25:13 PM in AEST
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We are unreal as much as we are alienated
With silences we built
With roads so dusty
Our insolence will draw us to arena
To defend honor of fallen angels
Nihilism today
For us is only a dead frog under the shoe
We are late for our subsist time
But our mouths are not full of soil
And in our fists Pandoras Box is open
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