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Twenty to five, nothing rhymes with crayon.
Hit me with something, play on
Can you see the day in
Quarter to five, nothing rhymes with crayon
Your love for me,
Ten to five, nothing rhymes with crayon
At least the eon
Ends and I grieve
Five o'clock, nothing rhymes with crayon
HellI remained motionless for a time in the nothingness. I cant even say blackness because it wasnt black, or white, or any colour at all. I could have been there for half a second or a millennium; I had no way of telling. There was nothing. Then I felt myself begin to fall head first. I must have been upside down.
Righting myself, I landed on a large, flat, smooth rock. My body ached but nothing felt broken. Looking round, I saw myself surrounded by high red rocks, lava seeping out from holes in them. Above me was blackness if there was a ceiling, it was miles away. A grey stone door in one of the walls caught my attention as I heard it creak open.
A tall figure in a military uniform stepped in and began the long walk over to me. When he was close enough, I had a horrific feeling that I knew who it was. I still didnt know where I was, though Id had a pretty good guess, and if this man introduced himself as I thought he would, I wouldnt know whet
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