I was born righteous to die wrong.
I'm the black sheep so Devil won.
I've lost my way but I don't care.
The Hell is real so meet me there.
On the high road we lost our souls
But we don't make 911 calls
Cause everyone gets in the house
Without the windows and the doors.
New Year's eve I propose a toast
For agonizing death on cross,
For the damn cost that can't be paid
And for the Hell that lies ahead.
NYE and the cursed
© Copyright: Марк Каратанов, 2023
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