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Our little sacrifice
In eternity for two
May forever break the ice
And the possible «me too»
We will never see the light
Of the approaching train
We will end our last fight,
We’ll be buried  in the rain,
Where no one will come
To say their farewell.
Life will always stay as calm
As an old forgotten well,
Where one can still catch fish,
Hear scary fairytales,
That will force me to unleash
All my feelings in this game,
Where you have killed me twice,
Made me suffer and rejoice
From our final sacrifice
Under Paula’s broken voice.
I will never say the line
How soon this story ends
You will feel so divine
In our maybe final dance.
The reality is grim
Unlike your bespoke dreams
Think of me as a pilgrim
From some yet unknown realms,
While in fact I am a bitch
Or may be such very soon
You can only burn the witch
Unless I am a maroon
That you’re ordered to return
To my scary fairytale.
It may now be your turn
To complete your final game.