Dead End Street
A dead end street like road to hell
A burning bright flame, you can tell
A deep pitfall with no way out
It takes your soul without a doubt
A sharp sickle of death awaits
To put some dead souls in the crates
Towards the way to endless pit
Without a vent, even a bit
The grim reaper waits with his scythe
And in his eyes, there is a blithe
For, there's one more soul, he will take
Or his glory will be at stake
And just before the barb-blocked end
You can do nothing but to bend
That miracle will pave the way
For you to pass the tragic slay
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