Follow me

Follow me dear friend,

to the places you’ve never been.

To the land far down the road,

in the place that’s made of stone.

Close your eyes and see,

the men of destiny.

As he covers the road of love,

with the painted rod of blood.

Don’t pull away now,

you have begun to understand.

The place I take you too,

is hell through and through this land.

The place that you now go,

is full of death and woe.

Because you refused to understand,

this final part is my grand plan.

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