Run, I must Run,
My Breath, I am losing.
The insane man is close behind me,
Laughing barbarically as he swings
His Axe.
Oh, what a sensation as
The blunt instrument slices my back open.
Face down in my guts, I lie.
The brain juice it smells so vile,
But yet so sweet.
His thunderous boots trod down on my skull.
His hands tear me open
With a bellowing Laugh.
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