Run

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You can run all you want.
But I know you'll always accept my taunt.

The hunt has begun.
And for the sake of your life you run.

You hear gunfire.
Soon your life will expire.

Your cries for help echo throughout the wood.
There there, you ran all you really could.

But now it's time you became my meal.
Your life will be the next I steal.

Today you are my kill.
Now watch to the ground your blood will spill.

Run, run, run.
Your existence here is done.

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