The last of us fails strength too That's already pointless to arouse Illusion of work ability Two empty hads, resist whip gust hard Human body turns into the living mixture of flesh and blood Dead tired doesn't already wail Someone always finds the way to help him To undress him from the clothes Then just stand on the brink of abbys waiting for the blow from heaven Every naked body reacts another way Scene is never completely happened again Everytime it's different Only chosen ones are done to be Creator of scene of this irratable Exciting and mysterious passage From one to other side New and new images are created again Images of the end of life and the coming of death