We’ve all been sent
On a mission
To conquer the desert
So that the Shrouded
Traveller
Behind us
Makes tracks in the dust
that dont exist,
He’ll, or We’ll,
All end in Hell
All end in Heaven
For sure
Unless my guess is wrong,
We are all in for it
And our time
Is Life,
The Penalty,
Death.
The Reward
To the Victor
Then Goes.
The Victor is Not Self
129th Chorus
© Copyright: Джек Керуак, 2011
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