Run, little one, to find your place
before the wrath of time can scar your face.
Run, little one. The light is gone.
Too late to repent, the line is drawn.
Run, little one. Run for the rain.
Run to your god who erases the stain.
Run, little one. The time is near
to praise your god, for he is here.
Speak confections with a mouth full of dirt.
It will crumble beneath you and devour the hurt.
Run, little one. Run and scream.
You'll wish it was only just a dream.
Run, little one. Kick and claw.
Feel me tear. Feel me gnaw.
Madness comes and madness goes.
When it stops, no one knows.
Your only safety is six underground.
Ashes, ashes -- you will fall down.
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