16 January 2013
He's coming up the stairs Hide A gun is what he bears tried
"Come out and play" he says Run I think he wears a fez Stun
Door opens with a creak Go A scar is down his cheek "No!"
Points the gun Die He has won Sly
He shoots you Blood No clue Flood
Slowly drifting Fade And goodbyes you never Bade
Truth falls upon you Yes Next we can only Guess
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