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[entheundead]

Madness.

Plin plin plon, plin plin plon, plin plin plon. Step to the right, move to the left, to the right, to death. Once, twice, thrice. What a symphony, pretty.

Plin plin plon, plin plin plon, plin plin plon. Step to death. Back to the hell. Four, five, six. What a flame, It rings.

Plin plin plon, plin plin plon, plin plin plon. Right, right, right. Die, die die. Seven, eight, nine. What armour, unneeded.

Plin plin plon, plin plin plon, plin plin plon. Move to the left. To harm, too late, to be harmed. Ten, eleven, twelve. What a pain, awaited.

Plin plin plon, plin plin plon, plin plin plon. Step back, step forward. To hell, for more. Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen. What an honour, despair.

Plin plin plon, plin plin plon, plin plin plon. Left, right, to die, to see. To feel. Plin plin plon. Here. Sixteen, seventeen, eighteen. What a sight, betterment. At last.

Plin plin plon. Plin plin plon. Plin plin plon. What a red. To die and breathe. To feel. To the right, to the left. Forward. Nineteen, twenty, twenty one. What a life. Not yet there.