Running, racing, bounding, chasing
whisper, talk, yell, scream, crying
Walk, crawl, dieing slow
One who kills
One who runs
And one who dies
Will lose their fight in snow
Tattered, blood soaked cold
No longer living
No longer fighting
We all die in the end
But choose to fight and you'll lose faster
It's just a game
We all are chosen to play
And we can't escape
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