miércoles, 16 de septiembre de 2015

Jason Voorhees

CLARO Y EL NO PODIA DEJAR DE TENER TU ODA AQUI OTRO DE LOS GRANDES MONSTRUOS AMIGOS QUE NOS ACOMPAÑAN A AFILAR LAS CUCHILLAS 



Oda a Jason Voorhees

Donde empezó todo, pero por un pequeño grito,
El amor de una madre, un día ella va a morir
Los árboles embellecen la tierra, el agua en la paz
Visualmente sorprendente, agradable a gusto
El lago estaba abierto para el tiempo de la diversión del verano
Campamento Crystal Lake, donde se inició
Un niño y su madre recibieron cada alma,
Se aceptan mis amigos disfrutan de todo.
El tormento comenzó, que duró toda la temporada,
que decapitó a su madre por todas las razones equivocadas
Envalentonado por la furia, profundo en el lago
ahogado por cobardes, sintiendo vergüenza
Cada año regresaron, historias del campamento de la audición
el hombre de la máscara, machete en mano
No creer el mito, lo que las sombras no se esconden
no hay corazones estarán golpeando, sólo su sangre brotar
Arriba el sexo antes del matrimonio en la cabina
embota rodando en el sofá, mirar hacia fuera, él viene
Desnudo en la ducha, Alice hizo caer,
picahielo en la mano, sin grito o ningún rastreo
Exprimir tus ojos o rompiendo la cara
Pregunta a todos los consejeros en el campamento de Crystal Lake
Ciento cincuenta más víctimas caerán
Este es mi lugar, no eres bienvenido en todo
Madre, te amo, a través de todo el dolor
Se esconden detrás de mi máscara, mi machete no reine.

Ode to Jason Voorhees

Where did it start but by one little cry,
one mother's love, one day she will die
Trees grace the land, the water at peace
Visually astounding, pleasant at ease
The lake was open for summer time fun
Camp Crystal Lake where it begun
A boy and his mother greeted each soul,
welcome my friends enjoy it all.
The torment started, it lasted all season,
they beheaded his mother for all the wrong reasons
Emboldened with fury, deep in the lake
drowned by cowards, feeling no shame
Each year they returned, hearing stories of the camp
the man in the mask, machete in hand
Not believing the myth, what shadows do lurk
no hearts will be pounding, only their blood will spurt
Pre-marital sex upstairs in the cabin
rolling blunts on couch, look out, he's coming
Naked in the shower, Alice did fall,
ice pick in hand, no scream or no crawl
Squeezing your eyes out or smashing your face
Ask all of the counselors at Camp Crystal Lake
One hundred and fifty more victims will fall
This is my place, you are not welcome at all
Mother, I love you, through all of the pain
Hide behind my mask, my machete does reign.
Ode to Jason Voorhees http://hellopoetry.
Where did it start but by one little cry,
one mother's love, one day she will die
Trees grace the land, the water at peace
Visually astounding, pleasant at ease
The lake was open for summer time fun
Camp Crystal Lake where it begun
A boy and his mother greeted each soul,
welcome my friends enjoy it all.
The torment started, it lasted all season,
they beheaded his mother for all the wrong reasons
Emboldened with fury, deep in the lake
drowned by cowards, feeling no shame
Each year they returned, hearing stories of the camp
the man in the mask, machete in hand
Not believing the myth, what shadows do lurk
no hearts will be pounding, only their blood will spurt
Pre-marital sex upstairs in the cabin
rolling blunts on couch, look out, he's coming
Naked in the shower, Alice did fall,
ice pick in hand, no scream or no crawl
Squeezing your eyes out or smashing your face
Ask all of the counselors at Camp Crystal Lake
One hundred and fifty more victims will fall
This is my place, you are not welcome at all
Mother, I love you, through all of the pain
Hide behind my mask, my machete does reign.


http://hellopoetry.com

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