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Sep 2012
Come and rest with me
In the bleeding hall
A place for sinners
A place for gall

Come stay with me
In the grey rooms
A place for death
A place for tombs

Once you are in
There is o going back
Once the door shuts
You are under attack

Your mind and body
Your hopes and fears
You wish for death
But form only tears

The bleeding hall is a device
Used to trap us all like mice
The bleeding hall will torture you
Until you lay, reborn anew

Blackness fades
And light shines through
Even darkness
Ends sometime too

The bleeding hall is a place
Used to teach a lesson
The bleeding hall is watching you
Waiting for your concession
Written by
Julia  Pennsylvania
(Pennsylvania)   
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   Julia
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