kalishnikov wrote:Alas, how short this day was.
So quick doth the lonely night approach
Every so fleeting is the grace of day.
Swift be justice and retribution to any who
Consort with the most evil of elements;
Your retribution is nigh.
All the residents of fair Verona haven't even spoke their piece,
Much advice shall go unheeded.
Yet again the moon waxes
And the sun shall wain;
Tonight, the very essence of life and death
Hangs in the balance
For as surely as the sun will rise,
Just as surely, not all of us will be able to pay homage:
For the ever-darkening sun cannot penetrate
Six feet of grave-soil.
Wha... wha... wha. whoa. It's the
(rather lame) REmixxxxxxx...
Dood, that was like so fast.
Like snap and it's all dark
Just like day ran away.
Bitch slap and kick those posers that
talk trash behind our backs;
I'm gonna put a cap in your ass.
Coz' all my homies of Verona haven't got their words out to their brothers,
All this gab, but no one listens.
The moons up -
And the sun gonna drop
Tonight, your stones
just might get cut up.
For as surely as ice is nice,
Just as surely, not ever'body is gonna pay respek:
Coz' the feds are never gonna
find your dead body.
