Twisted Roads – Twisted Horror Stories by Matthew Tonks

Stars in your eyes,

while the whole world dies,

you’ve got a movement,

that’s heaven sent,

a polished pole,

a Russian doll,

lighting striking twice,

as we roll the dice,

heavens moving,

hell is spewing,

and you’re dancing,

while the apocalypse is advancing,

the stars are crying,

while the whole world is dying,

freedom ain’t what I remember…