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Well here's another one of my poems. i have a weird way of describing things and if you wan to ask what any of my oboes mean just comment and ill answer it
~Run for Death~
There is no time left
They have found us
Our time is up
This is,…the beginning if the end
Don't think you can run away
Your fate has been decided
Would you leave if you knew you would die?
Would you stay if you knew you would live?
What would you do if you didn't know?
Leave if you must
But they will find you
And they will torture you so
That death will taste better
Than the food they give you
Run for freedom
Knowing that you'll be caught
But all freedom comes with a price
Live knowing you'll die
Die knowing you tried
Run for you
Run for us
Run for freedom
Run for death.