She just wanted to be heard.
But now that she's gone,
You need to speak.
Or else, your silence will be the cause of your death.
Join death, as it reveal their sin.
Speak now, don't make it too late for you.
Clock is ticking.
Time is running.
That Nursery Rhyme is starting.
Your death is waiting.
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