La scintilla Page #4

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of his.

Sh*t.

Christ on a bike.

It's Corry.

It's that syringe sh*t.

Powell!

- Is he alright?

- He's conscious.

Christ, Williams.

What have they done to you?

- You okay?

- They don't like Georgians.

I did not know that.

Crap gun.

Crap day.

Who are they firing at?

Where are Steinmann and Harris?

They're gone.

What the f***

are they firing at?

- Sh*t.

- Ah!!!

Okay. Okay.

Okay, boss,

you've got one shot at this.

You take him

straight after he takes me.

- No.

- Shut up.

What are you waiting for?

Come on.

Come on, then!

iPhone batteries.

They always let you down,

don't they?

Go ahead.

Shoot me.

Visions like these

In my heart

There is no sadness

And all the world

Though great it seem

I would not give

My one sweet

Dream

Don't wake me

I am dreaming

Dreaming of one I love

Dreaming...

Dreaming

Don't wake me up

I am dreaming

Where skies are blue

Above

Platform 3

for the 15:
03

South West Trains service

to Guildford via Cobham and

Stoke D'Abernon.

You're like lambs

to the slaughter

Stand in line

and wait your turn

I am the destroyer

This thing you quickly learn

Have no fear

and come with me

Enter my reality

I am your hybrid curse

This is my universe

No rest for the wicked

No rest

till the work is done

No rest for the wicked

No peace for the chosen ones

Take your chance

and start to run

This game of death

has just begun

If you die I still exist

This will be your nemesis

No rest for the wicked

No rest

till the work is done

No rest for the wicked

No peace for the chosen ones

Welcome to my sacrifice

Have you come

to spend the night

Have no fear

and come with me

Enter my reality

In this place

where darkness dwells

You will face

your private hells

In my labyrinth of fire

I will build

your funeral pyre

No rest for the wicked

No rest

till the work is done

No rest for the wicked

No peace

for the chosen ones

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