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Flying like a bird
He rose in a third
He said the word
That everyone can hear
That you shall not fear
And death to your heart will be dear
This is what I’ve heard
He brought the sword
In the day of the lord
To tear off the word
from those hearts in the doom.
While we wait in the room
a frightening whistle shattered the silence.
Whoever you worship
Death is your last trip
Whoever you love
You shall fall from above..

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MY WORD..
Date: Thursday, 1st May 2003 @ 04:35:00 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: wazarov
This is my word
Flying like a bird
He rose in a third
He said the word
That everyone can hear
That you shall not fear
And death to your heart will be dear
This is what I’ve heard
He brought the sword
In the day of the lord
To tear off the word
from those hearts in the doom.
While we wait in the room
a frightening whistle shattered the silence.
Whoever you worship
Death is your last trip
Whoever you love
You shall fall from above..



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