Senin, 31 Oktober 2011

perfomanch killer the rev

Shadow the beast in the harlot Revenge Or so I've been told¤Family and friends are everything to me Without them there would be no me ¤My mouth gets me into trouble a lot
                                      snynster Gates of solo guitar       
 zacky action beast in the harlot 
 you know me then you know I'm extremely sarcastic dreable
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troumpet nasca ariba
making is a bat cauntry
zacky left heanded guitar
zacky vengeance of best and the harlot
My CD Album of Avenged sevenfold
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puisi a little

Ini adalah puisi yang di buat oleh Annabel Lee puisi tsb mengartikan bahwa jangan melakukan kesalahan yang sama???


Annabel Lee
(Edgar Allan Poe)

It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love-
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me-
Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we-
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea. (*)