| Let’s pretend that in the end we wouldn’t have fallen down
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| Instead we’ll stand on our feet again, let’s pretend
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| The day that the starving man never bit me
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| This blood drenched man, seemed to cry for help, as he stared at me,
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| his eyes were changing
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| Rising to his feet, incapacitated, puking violently, charging straight for me
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| With his mouth opened wide drooling intensely, I leapt the fence and ran inside
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| In the house I hide, barricading everything, what would come next?
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| Terrified, running up the stairs, finally found the shotgun kept under my bed
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| It’s time to put an end to this nightmare; |
| I’ll end your life as quickly as I
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| chose to save it
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| Removing the Debris only to see, the starving man behind me, as he pounced I
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| never had a chance
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| He bit my hand, he fucking bit me, and it’s over for you swiftly placed the
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| shotgun, to his head
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| I’ll share the same fate soon |