Run

How do I escape
The air that's in my lungs
His bark commands the breeze
And trees all bite their tongues
The wood bends to his will
Even the moon bows low
No way out, no solace, nowhere to go
Hunter owns the wood
Hunter owns the view
Hunter owns the day
Hunter owns me too
So caught up in the chase
No time to play with
When your mind is full and all you think is
Run
Run
Run
Run
Run
Run

Song: Run, By Lydia the Bard

Holy crap

This is messy

I'm proud of this, even though it destroyed my sanity TvT

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