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We see ahead a thin red line drawn closer than the horizon:

The shrinking ring of our time to go with the tide arisen.

 

We count down: five-four-three-two-one...

We hold the fear-spangled banner,

We hear the jungle demon’s cry –

The call for all of blade runners.        

 

We run together step by step but each single step is alone;

From here to dreamt eternity is left an extremely strait zone.

 

The path is slight;

I see the light which shows the stairway to heaven;

The stairs are fragile and inclined with handrails set by the devil.  

 

I chase the demon on my knees,

I play his game – he plays with me;

And now I’m caught by my own beast –    

I miss my way

I fell…

He missed.

 

And I see only bloody line drawn closer than the horizon;

The heart of darkness is outside –

Inside is my ice and dark soul;

 

And I crawl on that slightest path from here to damned eternity

Without my soul,

Without my heart,

Outlined by screen too red and thin…   

 

 

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May 30th, 2012  

photo: US Army (Office of War Information) ca March 1945