Je suis venu comme prévu et j'ai frappé à leur porte.
Johnny Cash chantait"The man comes around". La porte s'est
ouverte, les tables tournent, c'est ma grande revanche,
enfin, je suis étudiant à l'INTD.
"And I heard, as it were, the noise of thunder: One of
the four beasts saying: "Come and see." And I saw. And
behold, a white horse.
There's a man goin' 'round takin' names. An' he decides who
to free and who to blame. Everybody won't be treated all
the same. There'll be a golden ladder reaching down. When
the man comes around.
The hairs on your arm will stand up. At the terror in each
sip and in each sup. For you partake of that last offered
cup, Or disappear into the potter's ground. When the man
comes around.
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers. One hundred million
angels singin'. Multitudes are marching to the big kettle
drum. Voices callin', voices cryin'. Some are born an' some
are dyin'. It's Alpha's and Omega's Kingdom come.
And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree. The virgins are all
trimming their wicks. The whirlwind is in the thorn tree.
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks.
Till Armageddon, no Shalam, no Shalom. Then the father hen
will call his chickens home. The wise men will bow down
before the throne. And at his feet they'll cast their
golden crown. When the man comes around.
Whoever is unjust, let him be unjust still. Whoever is
righteous, let him be righteous still. Whoever is filthy,
let him be filthy still. Listen to the words long written
down, When the man comes around.
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers. One hundred million
angels singin'. Multitudes are marchin' to the big kettle
drum. Voices callin', voices cryin'. Some are born an' some
are dyin'. It's Alpha's and Omega's Kingdom come.
And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree. The virgins are all
trimming their wicks. The whirlwind is in the thorn tree.
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks.
In measured hundredweight and penny pound. When the man
comes around.
And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts, And I
looked and behold: a pale horse. And his name, that sat on
him, was Death. And Hell followed with him."
Récement je me suis beaucoup amusé dans tous les sens avec
des fils RSS et la résurection de mes deux jeux préférés de
tous les temps grâce à DOSBox :

