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Dreadful World
Darkness falls
The rain falls down
Little creature
So soon will drown
Whimpers sound
It cries for help
But yet no one
Will help this whelp
Off in the distance
Death calls its name
Such is the way
We play this game
For when he comes
To claim your head
Know then soon
That you'll be dead
Out it flashes
His scythe swings low
Its blood streams out
In endless flow
Raising his scythe
Now crimson red
Such is the way
Of this world of dread
