Interests
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aunq no lo crean esto esta pasando en nuestro país
q c detenga la matanzan de tiburones
firmen la petición q c le va a mandar a la mierda de presidente q tenemos!!!!!!!!!!!
ayuden los animales no tienen la culpa
http://www.navegalo.com/aleteo/carta.htm
mmmm musik, manga, mmmm amigos, musik, gerard, dani, internet me confieso no puedo vivir sin el , me gusta saber cosas sobre las diferentes religiones aunque no tenga una definida, no me agradan las personas que son muy cristianas aunque hay ecepciones,las personas que se creen superiores a los demas, bla bla no hay nada mejor que pasar un rato scon una persona que uno de verdad aprecia, o ir a conciertos buenos.
o que darme en la ksa
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Favorite Music
mmm a ver
Cradle of Filth,
Cannibal,
Disturbed,
Stolen babies,
The used algunas,
AFI,
Behemoth,
London After Midnight,
Evanescence,
Dark Funeral,
Nightwish,
bloodflowerz,
Within Temptation,
slipknot,
system,
morbid angel,
lacuna coil,
korn,
kittie^^♥,
zombie girl,
stone sour,
maximum the hormone,
Meshuggah,
Therion,
Behemoth,
Iron Maiden,
Marilyn Manson,
Deathstars,
Apocalyptica,
Rob Zombie,
Trivium,
My Dying Bride,
opeth,
muchos mas.........
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Favorite TV Shows
,scared, los simpsons, miami ink, taste of chaos, bleach, Grey's Anatomy, happy tree friends, south park, nivel de maldad XD, Mansión Foster Para Amigos Imaginarios, blabla
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Favorite Books
Sobre quiromancia, interpretacion de suenos y cosas x el estilo, annie rice, edgar allan poe.
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Journal
I Am The Thorn
Cradle Of Filth The needle in the eye of the hurricane
The poison in the font
The nail in the coffin of the profane
I am the lot
Maniacal the fire
That weaves inside my soul
When dripping tongues of hate, envenomed, roll
Like carpet bombs in vast bazaars
My blood runs with the beasts
Though no crescent, cross
Or wandering star
Shalt witness my defeat
Born of jackal in the Vatican
To a loathsome flock
I have crept behind the drapes
And a wizard there is not
Just a white flag blackened by
Singing weapons that have led
A faith that soon dominions over
Desert kingdoms of the dead
I smell the fleur du malcontent
The hellish stench
Of Judas in the dozens
Bouquets for greed and twisted law
Handmaidens of a holy war
Bring on a thousand roses more
I am the thorn
Tangled are the thickets
That spare the virgin heart
From the waking grasp of rapists in the dark
Mountaineers that strive so far
For a Heaven grown from reach
That love herself is fabled
To be missing from their peaks
Save in one sole tower
Where the presence of a rod
Stays the sleeping beauty
From the prying fingers of the mob
I smell the fleur du malcontent
The hellish stench
Of Judas in dozens
Bouquets for greed and twisted law
Handmaidens of a holy war
Bring on a thousand roses more
I am the thorn
I am the thorn
I am the Spear of Longinus
The sword of Damocles
Kali up in arms, a bleeding sinus
The hammer of the gods in the prophet’s teeth
Saint Disgustus, President Evil
Great white hopes of a shark-eyed people
Light of the world now flicker and die
Impaled in the race, in the paling face
Where forked tongues pricked the skies
Choking on these words as I slither to their ear
As lightning strikes their blinded minds
I am not the hand of god…
I am the thorn
Territorial thieves
Ever stealing thunder for religious causes
I will bring you all down to your knees…
And fuck you over
Bouquets for greed and twisted law
Handmaidens of a holy war
Bring on a thousand roses more
I am the thorn
I am the thorn
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