The red demon light | 1 |
filled the Stop sign | 2 |
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with illusion; the letters | 3 |
were distorted, the road | 4 |
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contorted; the movement was | 5 |
unknown now, for all as | 6 |
faded, the yellow light of | 7 |
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Limbo | 8 |
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dim like the loss of the sun | 9 |
on its last descent. | 10 |
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The station of your wait is no | 11 |
longer stationary. Either move now | 12 |
or give yourself to the streaming | 13 |
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cars. | 14 |