#сто_днів день 13

Hear the wind blow, a flap of a wing
Steel and scale clash, hear the sword sing
Look into its eyes, see the gates of hell
With the might of an ancient tree, destined to be felled

Breathing hell fire slashed with heavens sword
Witness holy ire slain by saint george
The land where angels wept is where the winged beast soared
Put to death in the name of the lord

Slain the dragon lays, motionless and dead
Trumpets blow angels descend
George looks to the sky witness clouds part wide
Gold light emanates, evil has died

На роботі списали 2 літра пива, тож я малював дуже щасливий(списане пиво йде мені)

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I hope it's cyberpunk, not central processor