4:04-

𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒, 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒, 𝗂 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝖾-

— 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗐𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝖾𝖽:

𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗂 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍, 𝗂'𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌-

𝖨 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌, 𝗂'𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁-

𝗂 𝗀𝗈 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗓𝗒 𝖼𝗎𝗓 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝖻𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗌𝖿𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗒, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂 𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝗆𝗒 𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿. 𝖠𝗅𝗅 𝗂 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗂𝗌 "𝖠𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖬𝖨𝖭𝖤?"

𝖡𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝖾𝗂𝗋𝖽 𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗅𝗒-

— Blood is all over the palce

𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗐𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗂𝗀𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗍𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺, 𝘪'𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥.