gingerbread
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The fires of hell raged until noon
I opened my eyes to see a red moon
The last thing I remembered was a left turn
But it was hard to think with this slow burn
To my left and right were cooking cadavers
I am a running man of ginger
And I run faster than them all.
I was rolled and pounded and cut out of dough
Made in an oven as hot as the steam of dragons.