Flee The Hills
Flee the hills, destruction spills!
From out the moon, prolific ills!
The curse upon us cuts and kills!
With enigmatic skills.
Flee the hills, my torment thrills!
Insanity the devil wills!
The bird of doom irately trills!
My skin in prickled chills.
Flee the hills, satanic mills!
Such lunacy the sky instills!
As eerily the moon refills!
The clouds like haggard frills.
Flee the hills, my fear distills!
I gob and gawp with flapping gills!
The end of days anon fulfills!
A dose of bitter pills…
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