Has Written The Aliance francaise. I Could Consider This The First Poem I wrote reborn.
Letters to Erzulie
least
All words filled with blood like no FOID
The many penalties as you eat
Dear
consoltaion
You're not only a reflection of
desolation
No longer a
What will happen with it?
The chance is not that taking more
To the sad, sad, beautiful
Waive to
your creed In the archangel Sea
In the end you'll wonder
Qu that is what you gonna do?
\u0026lt;`We are reminded to penalty
Who or what came before this precious moment.>>
-MJK
-April 2007
-April 2007
Thanks to Alice for helping me with the composition. Now the English version, translated as is custom.
Lettres à Erzulie
All but one
words full of blood and Cold
any penalties Numerous devour you
Dear You're not only consolation
A reflection of desolation
No longer a
What about her?
Luck does nothing but take
To the sad, sad, beautiful
Give up your belief
Al Archangel de la mer
And in the end you'll wonder
tu va faire?
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;We barely remember
Who or What Came Before This precious moment>>
- Maynard James Keenan
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