I'm walking up the stairs.
At first, I noticed
Common stains of dirt and dust
After the second gust
As the cripple falls
I'm looking at the third.
I stopped and saw a man's teeth
The jokes are over.
And everything happens and ends
On the 4th degree as in cinema
You can see the mechanics that drives people.
Cynical courage from the sleeve
Such a force of fewer given
The higher the tighter and narrower
It's all weird but real.
And blood runs through the steps
I'm not going higher.
Not mine are strengths and thresholds
I see falling down from above
In the death of the dark valley
I can see that I didn't see everything.
That they lead people like sheep
They kill or poison as shortly as they recognize
That there are besides many of us
From my 5th level perspective
I can see through the door
Cold ray of light like a feast
Black Mafia Structure
Where human life costs 2 cents
Where women and children go
For a sinful perverted joy
It's hell but cold
On the dark mountain of Olympus
Where they fall to the ground
Dead mutilated women and children