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Fled to the woods away from the life he once led
Built a shack to cover the shell from the cold
Lived in symbiosis with the foe he fed
And after all he forgot to get a hold
of the life he led
while he was too young
 
Cried for the sun and the moon to let him pass
He's lost in emotions he knows he can't feel
Touching the grass under his kneel
A chill of blood over the rising sun
His only wish was, is to be gone
while he's still young
 
Scatter the remains of his rotten dead core
To the wind to purify the souvenir of him
He didn't have to travel too long
He always lived on the shore
And what did he leave to this life
He never held so dear
He had no wife, no decendants to fear
He left the shack he lived in
 
EDOT: Luontoproggis! tai jotain. JIIHAA!
ps. Edit

(maybe you need to edit some more...)
 
Mitä vihjaat?
 
Ja nyt kun tarkemmin katselen niin tämähän on aivan pa*ka! Ilmeisesti kirjoitettu keskellä yötä...
 
EDIT: Nyt pitkän aikaa tämänkin jälkeen huomaan että ei ollu ees niin paska! Iha nhyviä kohtia. Mutta turhaan kai selitän kun ei näitä kukaan kuule.