Into the Unknown

Into the Unknown

You being
canned

Into the
machine

Out comes
your pulp

It doesn’t
look so
good

You must
escape

Your neck
caught

The strike
in you

Whistles the
energy out

Chaos and
Blunders

A thousand
thunderin typhoons

In you
& Out

The squeal
and the
pool of
blood

In which
you walk
out

To the
unknown

Caution: This might be all theory

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