Survive
Come one, come all,
There's a show to see,
A show to see tonight!
And when this show
Is finally over
You will run is fright.
Like a poorly wrapped box,
High upon a shelf.
Open it up
And you'll see the pain
I see myself...
'Caus in this land of misery,
No one comes out
Alive.
And if somehow
You mannage to,
There is no way to
Survive...
The End
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