ran in my house and began to tear
i would run and scream
and my life would really seem
that i might not see another day to live
that this bear would take my life
then i thought my house is damaged
my face is bruise arm cut i need a bandage
and as my house begins to me tore
the bear is demolishing our house even more
as the bear begins to swing i begin to reach for the only thing
the gun in my dad's bedroom closet
the gun he spent all of his money in his bank deposit
the bear runs and towards me with a roar
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