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[title] => THE GOD ABOVE THE ROTTERDAM
[time] => 2009-12-06 07:55:30
[hometext] => (This for ROTTERDAM BLITZ in May 14, 1940)
[bodytext] => Today is May 14 I’m like tussling of dream My town destroyed like bread crumbs Tens of thousands dead silence like junk that no longer needed by their masters Today is May 14 I’m like tussling of dream I hear the wild cry of conscience rip I kissed perfumed stench spread Then I heard faint moans wave The familiar moans of my heart Moans that cradled me in a longing soul I know your voice Gisella Daughter of old captain's from Hoek van Holland Yesterday smile greets me when combing your face in Nieuwe Waterweg Nowadays your suffer face rip my inner pain I sore to enjoying your body, Gisella Bare your body's blood powder Burns your’s nasty peeling skin Inhuman Luftwaffes has cut your beauty body Only had left your inner beauty, Gisella The beauty of a persistent though not torn although thousand rounds of bullet through your body. And symbolized in your smile Detractor smile for your misty body pain 'I was slow Gisella' flooding Rhine flows, contrite soul cursed But In the hunt for breathing heavily Your Softly ; 'Never mind, this is deserts . Thousands of sin hoard to our state. Now God willing delete ' Jolted my thought Your Sincerity affect my inner Rebel my lip Cursing for beings of our nation with a colonies brain We are exposed from their latex devil behavior You looked at me, Gisella Stroke of smile alighted on your face again Then you gift for anyone For me, God, or a rotten Schmidt ? You aren’t take heed to me again, Gisella Your body is tired at the world You aren’t close your eyes to release fatigue like ago But to remove the soul shell So that can free your soul dancing in paradise Nothing like in the world War adore a dukedom like property Satisfiers Queen with rabble sacrifice I’m be bent down in pain My softly ; 'God, be laugh Your-self now Denounce to tens of thousands of our souls Covered with flaming storms withdraw the soul Infiltrate treasures The evil Luftwaffes wings Roared above us Ready to chop off one by one our heads Prosecuting our body We were besieged by Your ‘s death, God! ' Whizzing of bullets has consumed by my ears Closer, closer and closer Until I feel sore whip my body The Blood through out from my body Now hollow my chest Just left my softly; 'God forgive me God forgive my nation God protect the Rotterdam ‘ Fall down I kissed my land I die But God will not die The God above the Rotterdam [comments] => 0 [counter] => 184 [topic] => 57 [informant] => ARDHAZZ [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 20 [ratings] => 4 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => war )
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