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Oct 2015
The outer walls are covered with white chipped paint and vines.
At the top there are bits of broken glass sitting as a threat.
The main black iron gate has rusted.

The hill after entering the squeaky gate feels never ending.
To the right of the hill are is a white church made up of infinite cracks,
destroyed in 2001.

In front of the church are two statues;
the ****** Mary missing half her face,
and baby Jesus missing both his arms.

Finally reaching the top of the hill,
you're met with a guard that has grease covering his mouth and dripping down his shirt.

You step through the last gate,
and you notice the giant red slide.
The red paint on the slide is chipped,
And there are children running through and around it,
each one with dark hair, caramel skin, and a burn on their wrist.

Where are their parents?
The children laugh, and run off.
Written by
La Guerra Continua  21/In permanent transition
(21/In permanent transition)   
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   Brian Payamps
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