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Scanning the sky with eyes open wide |
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I'm not ready to die! |
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My hands are trembling |
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They are descending down! |
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From the mountains... they fly! |
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From the seas... they rise! |
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Diving down from crimson skies |
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The giant birds peck out our eyes |
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Fight for your lives! Kill all of them! |
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Every last one will be dead! |
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Severed humans are flying left and right |
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An arm, a leg, a spleen, our brains are taking flight! |
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They will take our organs 'til we die |
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Dismembered bodies rain down from the sky! |
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Please don't feed the fucking birds! |
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Please don't feed the fucking birds! |
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Panic erupts as the newscast airs |
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Denizens of earth have just been made aware |
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Of the terrible fate that awaits them all |
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The unbearable truth; the impending squall. |
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In the skies above, the birds all proudly soar |
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Hungry for more |
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Ready to pluck every being off the face of the Earth |
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Breaking the infants with rigorous mirth. |
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Everyone is dead. |
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What was once the proud human race has been reduced to |
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Nothing more than common bird droppings. |
