Clouds lowered themselves across the plaines, rolling in a gray and foreboding mass – sultry, salt laden wet droplets wanting to seize the living, the breathing creatures that inhabit a domain called earth.
Take heed and listen
run, run, run away
The fog tumbled
The earth trembled
Run, run, run away
escape from this prison
Wetness oozed its way through and over the silk strands of time, encompassing a dusty film with a coating of mud, taking; sucking life without care.
Before you are locked in
run, run, run away
The mortals ran
The mud stuck
Run, run, run away
away from forbidden sin
Dense and thick, layer upon layer, the fog folded itself upon the fruit.
Don’t ask me how
just run, run, run
run away now
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