Run Run Run
by Siberia

Note: A scenario I envisioned during a train ride.

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run run run
you're always on the run
they'll never stop chasing you
and if you happen to trip or fall
they'll bite off a finger or two
jabbing claws into your neck
to feast on your flesh

so you run and you run
trying to stay one step ahead
but you're a mere mortal
in this unnatural pursuit—
a daphne to their apollo
and it won't be long
before they hunt you down