17 setembro 2009

One Short Day

No one mourns the wicked!
No one cries: "They won't return!"
No one lays a lily on their grave!

The good man scorns the wicked!
Through their lives, our children learn:

What we miss when we misbehave...

And goodness knows the wicked's lives are lonely
Goodness knows the wicked die alone
It just shows when you're wicked you're left only on your own...

Are they born as wicked?
Or does it grow as time wears on?
Who can say? but this we understand:
No one morns the wicked
When at last they're dead and gone, then at last, there's joy throughout the land!

And goodness knows we know what goodness is!
Goodness knows, the wicked die alone woe to those who spurn what goodnessses they are shown...

No one mourns the wicked!
No one mourns the wicked!
No one mourns the wicked!



comecei a ver tudo verde ;)



3 comentários:

Provocador disse...

O certo é que ninguém vai chorar a Malvada! E quem não presta? Aos bichos! Quem é podre por dentro, que apodreça também por fora! Disse-o!

Helder Magalhaes disse...

Então prepara-te porque vai piorar.

Começa com a visão esverdeada, depois o sangue passa a verde, os órgãos também até tingir por completo a pele.

Quando chegares a esse ponto (que deve ser assim que o espectáculo acabe) estás oficialmente Elphaba-izada.

:D have a GREAT show! :D

605 Forte by CPiteira disse...

i've always wanted to see the emerald city!!!!








i want to be, in this hoyologe!
so i'll be back for good some day
to make my life and make my way,
before today we'll wonder and enjoy!


:)