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Mors Omnia Solvit

by shit

Member since 2004 · Posted 29 Jul 2004 · 5 comments

Now life becomes unbearable No more tears on the floor I want to close my door And tell you I´m not available Cowardice you can call I don´t care how you name it I didn´t ask to be born Am I really to be blamed? If you at least paid attention You´d understand my choice Never again hearing my voice By my manual intervention I´m taking this decision rational Life is like this: ephemeral No more bleeding I will stop it Mors omnia solvit

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[7] patty t 29-Jul-04/9:02 PM Reply
my preferred translation of your luscious title is 'death melts everything' (6 years of Latin not for nothing)... if only this were a poem about microwaves.

[5] Bachus 29-Jul-04/9:46 PM Reply
Christ, that was bleak... What the fuck is wrong with you? Pickled?
[n/a] -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 30-Jul-04/1:59 AM Reply
Multes pisces in meam corpum nudum diffundo
[5] Dan garcia-Black 30-Jul-04/8:29 AM Reply
Permanent solution to temporary situation. May I have your shotgun when you're finished, Kurt?
[2] god'swife 5-Aug-04/12:17 PM Reply
Boooring! Where's the story?