Sing a song of spiritual redemption.
Like the river to hell. Sweep the waves with eager admission. Play the symphonic arrival of hades and his beautiful new wife.
Kings have crossed the country road.
The horses fray and sway toward the ragged path. Rotting empires await their just desert. The sign claims absolution. The sign seeks your approval.
The station slated a new policy.
No royalty after midnight.
12:00 doomsday is near.
It is here.
My journey starts beneath the rocks.
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