The dogs are crowding up the streets,
Looking for someone to eat.
With hallowed eyes and sunken soul,
Hide your young & godspeed your old.
The blood is spilling from your heel,
And they'll catch wind with time to kill.
If you believe your blood ain't currency,
Don't be alarmed; there's no need for emergency.
Just run.
Just run.
We can't sit around and discuss,
Never saying too much.
I'm all for fleshing this out,
But not at the sake of our...
What did I just tell you?
Here they come!
Though maybe others pose a treat,
I'm sure that you'll taste just as sweet.
If you won't believe,
Then you are never gonna see.
You should trade up your due diligence for urgency,
And run.
Just run.

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