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You run from the whole world

your body smelling foul

from your bloody red hands

¨run away¨ said the owl

 

Your scared that they will see

how you have lost your ways

so your hiding from the world

staying out until new days

 

Parted from the veil 

you can see there death

as they rise through the grave

wating all your breath

 

Your slowly killing all

as the world falls from control

your happy that there dying

now that your on a role

 

A smile speads on your face

as now your the last

everything will fade 

and severe from the past.




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