One same night of the others
After those darkened days,
The darkness acted as a stimuli
For my oneself to do evil
Until demonic tiredness struck me:
While I was walking along with a stranger
Wearing black,
He drove me unto a very, very large black door,
and raspily said:
'Did you hear the burning fire? '
And I screamed: 'CH-R-I-SSSSST! '
In the night.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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