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Running away from something big

Running away from a thing

Is this thing big or small?

Is this thing going to kill us all?

Is it going to cut off our heads?

Or is it going to just kill us in bed

Will its eyes be red with the horror and hate?

Or will it bring you to the gate

And put you in your permanent sleep

And from there on we will never peep

Will the nightmare ever end?

Will the terror ever cease?

When will the terror ever stop?

When you die and lay at peace.