Good Luck

It was not a song, but a hypnotism.

 

Rhythmic beats

A deep, thrumming tempo

But no words,

And very little meaning.

 

This is the beat you walk to

On your way to the end.

 

It was intoxicating,

The deep pulse of death.

 

Good Luck.

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