Maze Runners
He's a runner of the maze He never thought there was an exit, but But there was, guess it's just a daze But the exit forced some doors shut For not one has come and gone Stone walls stained dark, dark red Friends turn to foes, no one to trust For the maze leaves everyone dead Oh it's cruel, indeed it's unjust But the maze leaves no one to move ahead Oh how they've lost my trust He's a runner of the maze Slowly inching closer to the exit Which'll leave him on his deathbed
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