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This cemetery
Deserted place overflowed with a pain
Fear of the death, decaying flesh and dangerous traps
Unexpected turns of destiny

You will turn back and will stand as a stone
You will feel a sight of the killer machines
Your feet as cotton wool, forcing to run
Them, has fallen, before eyes all your life has flown

Rusty from dirty blood, but sharp saws
Stuck and broke off it on small slices
Having choked with own blood and bile
It groaned and writhed from a pain vile

This place for the leprous
Deep precipice for the fallen souls
The scratch of metal won't allow to forget to you
Rules of life, rule of the actions, all sense!

Killing machines come to you!!!

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