I try to run from the voices of a million hack sawed people but the rain drenched leafs blind me,Oh no i can hear them just near me and they're closing in I can feel their uneasy spirits,my pants catch a snag and I'm running out of breath,I fall to the flooding dirt ground and my eyes begin burning i can make out the bleak shapes of the dead,I can feel them all go into my soul trying to rip it out,the pain is incredible and i give up and just lay in the wet soil waiting for them to finish,The sound of cracking thunder is all I hear and the touch of a million hands digging in me is all i feel,my white linen shirt is now a royal red and the spirits of the dead go back to where they once came
