You got four corners.
You got three seconds.
You got two feet.
You got one chance.
And 0, zero seconds left.
Car into one another.
4 cars. 0 lives saved, But yours.
Rivers of rich-red blood.
Bodies in a tree, like trash.
A wish? Heaven? Alter Universe.
You walk away, like
Some say a psychopath.
Others say a miracle.
A sly smile on your face.
As you say, “Welcome to Hell.”
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