There is a presence I can tell.
It is coming to get me.
I can sense it coming this way,
Since it a bloody day.
I know what is to come,
And I do not like it.
It is coming, and I am fleeing
Into the woods going to duck,
But it hunts me down like a buck.
I can see in his eyes,
In his deadly glare,
My very own grave.
It is coming,
But I do not care.
On holy ground it cannot bear,
But here is its turf.
I know what is to come,
And I do not like it.
I now reached the holy ground,
A new presence comes forward.
I know that I am safe,
But for how long.
I am not wrong,
It will come and get me.
I do not want to go back,
I do not want to go forward,
I do not want to stay,
I just want play.
I know what is to come,
And I do not like it.
I finally decide to go up,
I hate it down, it makes me hiccup
All I want is to see my family,
But it is not possible now.
All I want is peace and love,
With my loving family.
I speak this now,
Watching you from above,
Wishing you love,
Giving you peace,
Hoping you a long life,
Wanting to see you up here with me.
