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Blood runs
Runs down the wall
There is brain all over
A look of peace is in her eyes
Relief!
The waiting is over
Cruelness is past
But what is waiting for her
On the other side
Half her skull has been blown away
Her face is barely recognizable
Has she been saved?
Runs down the wall
There is brain all over
A look of peace is in her eyes
Relief!
The waiting is over
Cruelness is past
But what is waiting for her
On the other side
Half her skull has been blown away
Her face is barely recognizable
Has she been saved?