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Приказују се постови за август, 2019

The highway to hell is broad...

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With my hair long and white,  I entered dark woods It was late night. While wind howled I took a step Not knowing what waits me ahead. You see, I trusted the Moon Fearlessly I walked So I couldn’t sense what will come soon. Oh, what mystery forest keeps I was confused and lost Sudden coldness gave me creeps. My eyes were blurry My knees weak And then I heard “Do not worry” I turned around, thought it was a mistake I saw no human But an ugly red snake. “There is no point to run It will be quick I fear no Sun - Sun is a lie, Just a big fraud, We all die, The highway to hell is broad” Last words I heard were those I felt sharp teeth And how venom flows… Where is the beginning, and where is the end I must continue  But I can barely stand. Just like in a dream Through madness I am floating And I can not scream. My voice is gone Demons are here I am not alone. They ripped out my face – it was a mask Grabbed my hair