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09.07.2006

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Cold blooded bustard. That’s what I’m. Fillings untrue. Senses deceived. I’m all but mask.

I’m addicted to happiness, something I must cease. Smile is not of my nature. Only harsh appearance and grimace carved of stone. I seek the Grimm, but keep missing him. Am I cursed or am I blessed? I seek the death. I’m sick of it, but I keep still. I’m all bleak, shrouded in great greyness. My soul is of red and dark, but you won’t see me. For in presence of men I’m hidden behind your beautiful nature, under your grotesque creations, your pitiful lives. Story of my life is all but lies. Lies. Lays. Lizz. Loose. Lost. Lich.

I wish for the winter to bury us all. My kingdom of snow. Frozen lands. Statues of men for ages for new dawn to come. Dark skies and nothing but serenity everywhere. Everything stands still. No one breath, no one moves, no one speaks, no one curses, no one swears, no one lies, no one steals, no one kills. NO ONE LOVES. Only me between your forever tormented souls in ice solid bodies and the vast void.

Go on human kind, destroy the creation of all mighty. Consume your sons and daughters in fires of your deeds. Let flames rule until there is nothing to burn and let me take over….


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17.09.2006 в 02:09

Listen to your heartbeat and dance...
Don't seek the Grimm and death... They can find you by themselves... Listen to your heartbeat, listen to your intuition and look for YOUR way. Maybe it will be the road to the kingdom of ice. Maybe not...

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