Flee!
1 Corinthians 6:18

Flee my child!
Flee from the beast!
Let your feet as swift as water's gush,
Carry your soul far from this place!
A voracious maw awaits to crush
The man whose body's torn in disgrace.

Flee my child!
Flee from the beast!
Let your eyes view the path ahead
Run with might tis your only chance!
Claws stained daily in shades of red,
Match with gaze of demonic trance.

Flee my child!
Flee from the beast!
Let your mind not lag behind,
To stumble now would mean certain death!
A breath that smells of scents so fine,
Hide the bodies beneath her bed.

Flee my child!
Flee from the beast!
Flee my child!
Use your feet!
Flee my child!
Protect your eyes!
Flee my child!
Lag not behind!
Flee my child!
Flee my child!
Flee!

Before it's too late.