Head down running from the beast. Breakneck speed taking all my breath. Black feet scraped and scarred and dripping blood. Rain come down take me with your flood.
I killed a man 'cause he killed my goat. I put my hands around his throat. He tried to reason with the sky and the clouds. But it didn't matter, 'cause they can't hear a sound.
I saw the creature fall. Into the swamp from which he spawned. I heard them laugh and say. They never liked him anyway. . I tried to talk to them. To help you on your feet again.