Mean Streets
Running down this dark ugly street,
what is wrong with my feet?
Can’t seem to move fast at all,
evil closing in on me from these walls.
Should I continue or turn around?
No friendly faces in this town,
certain death awaits around the bend,
uncertain how my fate will end.
How did I end up in such a precarious position?
and find myself in this bad situation?
All I am having is bad a dream,
my peril is not as real as it seems.
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