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Just alone

Just alone Just alone, just alone, just like an outcast gangster Just alone, just alone, like a lonely assassin Just alone, just alone, same as a thug Am I a desperado? I don’t know Oh, no. Oh, yes. Yes. Yes, I am a desperado A desperado. A killer. A real living killer A killer. A serial killer. Yes. I confess now. I am a desperado, a serial killer I always kill someone, someone I always kill myself, but my death does not accept… Does not accept me. He does not want my life Evil death! Evil death! Evil death! Monster! I don’t want to live. I want to die Dear death, why do you love my suffering? Oh, Vilmos, I don’t enjoy your suffering - my Master anawered I just want your life. Please, accept my help - he said I need, I want your help, but I don’t want to stay alive - I said You will stay alive - he said , - and continue your new green life Master! Oh, dear Satan! I want to die! Master answered: You don’t die. In the Hell you will continue your green life. Oh Master! Oh Vilmos!

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