Walk, Road ahead, The leering hyenas waiting To taste a piece of meat, They are thirsty, Rolling tongues, I can see. A nasty stare At my body, I feel so dirty. Taking a step, I walk back, Are they coming for me? Fear Strikes my heart, Run, run, All I hear. I try my best …

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