Flee

Sunrise, blood red

Spilling through the blinds

Pouring through the windows

It should have been a sign

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Our minds were blank and ragged

Exhausted from the trek

We’d walked all night

By dim flashlight

And now we were a wreck

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There’s no peace for the wicked

And we had done the worst

Released a creature born from hell

And now we bore its curse

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((Edit: Stanza formatting for clarity per breenog’s comment))