Hunted
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Quite child,
be silent
they can hear us in the dark
Quite please,
they'll find us
I can hear the devil dogs bark
Quite down
they'll grab us
and confine us in a place
It's quite now
A sharp noise in the air
No people to stare
The cold air bites my skin
I wish I could be free
It’s a never-ending hunt and I am the hunted
Controlled
The president of stealth
You come upon our domain
Invisible: ghost; roaming within shadows