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(Unfinished)
So be it now
It is done
Your families dead
Shot by a gun
Now you're lost
and on the run
crimson hands
soaked right through
Nothing's left
For you to do
For what you've done
They're all now slain
Foolish child
Left in the rain
You thought you'd win
In one whole step
Now Death stands forth
And calls your name
You finally know
There's no winning this game
Anger born
From deep within
You thought you know
Where to begin
Now you fall
So deep in pain
Not found the cure
Now they're all slain
Sirens blare
They come for you
There's no escape
No place will do
Just give up
Says the little voice
They're at your door
You've little choice
