.Stolen from me, riches fucking sick
Shadows becoming small, find them
Destroy them all! Fetch backpacks, your flashlights
We're gonna hunt those demons
It's my own
It's not theirs
Those sneaky bastards die!
Can't find them, Can't catch them
Out of breath and of patients<.>
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