Help me!
Help me!
Help me escape!
From this deadly planet
And its hostile creatures
With features so alien
Emotion there is none
They are after me,
Quick!
I must run.
They disregard what is fair,
They have no use for it;
They hunt as if possessed,
To gather blood for their nest.
There's no use in crying,
It only makes them laugh;
There's no use in trying,
To make them understand
And if they've stopped chasing you
And are listening for a while,
It's only curiosity, and they might even smile.
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