kukusundansukudamlayankiz

yazık artık açın bu çocuun çaylaklığını =(

giberim ama artık

gerçekten giberim

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

seni tekrar çaylak yaptıracağım

karı olabilir bilemem ama taşşaklıdır.

Paranoyak

adam gibi adam kukusundansukudamylayan ayrıca en sefiştiğim yazar.

eycof atak mı (=

aylardır caps vermedi hep yalan söylüyor bana amk ibinesi

kafayı yedi iyice yassık la

(bkz: #79634640) esprisinde sesli güldüm oçnun

sözlüğün kaşıkçı elması ne güldüm bin

sözlüğün en taşşaklı yazarı. saygım sonsuz abi.

Bodies fill the fields I see
Hungry heroes end
No one to play soldier now
No one to pretend

Running blind through killing fields
Bred to kill them all
Victim of what said should be
A servant 'til I fall

Soldier boy, made of clay
Now an empty shell
Twenty one, only son
But he served us well

Bred to kill, not to care
Do just as we say
Finished here, greetings death
He's yours to take away

Back to the front
You will do what I say when I say
Back to the front
You will die when I say you must die
Back to the front

You coward
You servant
You blind man

Barking of machine gun fire
Does nothing to me now
Sounding of the clock that ticks
Get used to it somehow

More a man, more stripes you wear
Glory seeker trends
Bodies fill the fields I see
The slaughter never ends

Soldier boy, made of clay
Now an empty shell
Twenty one, only son
But he served us well

Bred to kill, not to care
Do just as we say
Finished here, greetings death
He's yours to take away

Back to the front
You will do what I say when I say
Back to the front
You will die when I say you must die
Back to the front

You coward
You servant
You blind man

Why, am I dying?
Kill, have no fear
Lie, live off lying
Hell, hell is here

Why, am I dying?
Kill, have no fear
Lie, live off lying
Hell, hell is here

I was born for dying

Life planned out before my birth
Nothing could I say
Had no chance to see myself
Molded day by day

Looking back I realize
Nothing have I done
Left to die with only friend
Alone I clench my gun

Soldier boy, made of clay
Now an empty shell
Twenty one, only son
But he served us well

Bred to kill, not to care
Do just as we say
Finished here, greetings death
He's yours to take away

Back to the front
You will do what I say when I say
Back to the front
You will die when I say you must die
Back to the front

You coward
You servant
You blind man

Back to the front

iyi yaptın ne zamandır göremiyordum ben de seni:/ hersey yolunda, sen de iyisindir umarım.

öpüyorum (:

ya sen nasıl bir tasarım ürünüsün..

beni çekemeyen anten taksınnnn

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Suzan ve nutecella caps paylaştı diye gaza gelip o tahta gibi göğüslerini ve duvar gibi gotunu ifsa ederek sozluk yazarlarını isyan ettiren bir amli