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Stars are shinning up above the moon is as pure as a dove

The owls make their hunting call while the rats begin to call

The bats swoop down and make an attack The victims friends lay off right off the bat

The person kills without a thought thinking that they'll not get caught

Scared and worried the others run no more fun whats done is done

as their cuffed completley stunned

No more stars you shall see no more bats and owls for me

They are the hunters not me I shouldn't have been little ol'stupid me.