Pretty people walked endlessly Into their fatal death like lambs Led into the slaughterhouses, Darkness appeared clearly, so It took these pretty people into The unknown to face the ordeal of Death without their will because The whole world abandoned them And left them to face an incredible Torture ongoing in the tunnel of Darkness made to them by the new Barbarians and the new cannibals In our twenty first century, so These pretty people got stranded Anywhere, anytime, and everywhere.
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