Survive

Got bored. Lost track of what I was originaly going to write, and came up with this to make up for it...

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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