As Me and my family drove,
For miles and miles,
We soon heard a sound,
Of an old man,
Saying to go back the way we came,
We soon felt a sense of unease,
As we continued through the dense fog,
We soon noticed the noises deafening,
The cars no more,
Soon we heard loads of whispers,
Telling us to go back the way we came,
Mum and dad couldn't hear these noises any longer,
So we continued on the eerie not existing M666 motorway.
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