The night was spreading through the streets as a sticky black tar deprived of it's tones. The tunnels under the city are stretching like threads. The subway system is like a way home. An unnatural rumbling arose from afar. The forebodings are strange. As if the unthinkable happened. The train rolled into the station. The ragged subway cars are drenched in blood. And this is no somnolent wobbling. I wish to wake up, but I am not sleeping. And death throttles gripping vice-like. In no time before stupor, I gather my senses. I am running. For fear of becoming a bleeding mess. I am running. For fear of my own dismay. Having left in the mouldy tunnels, the plague that will bedash the world we know!
Duration: 4 min 40 sec
The night was spreading through the streets as a sticky black tar deprived of it's tones. The tunnels under the city are stretching like threads. The subway system is like a way home. An unnatural rumbling arose from afar. The forebodings are strange. As if the unthinkable happened. The train rolled into the station. The ragged subway cars are drenched in blood. And this is no somnolent wobbling. I wish to wake up, but I am not sleeping. And death throttles gripping vice-like. In no time before stupor, I gather my senses. I am running. For fear of becoming a bleeding mess. I am running. For fear of my own dismay. Having left in the mouldy tunnels, the plague that will bedash the world we know!
Duration: 4 min 40 sec
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