The Rabbits eyes
They glow so red
A flame behind
Their Empty head
Falling down a hole so deep
Slow down by grabbing the rope
Can't see the bottom, Too dark
Start Praying before, No hope
Fall, fall, fall
Do you feel what's left to feel?
Keep Wishing for your death, I'm sure
By the end of it all, You will Kneel
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