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May 29
There's evil in this place
A pit of darkness too profound to venture
I wish there was some sort of holy grace
that could restore the light back to it's fixture

My soul gets more and more tainted
as the days march on by
This evil feeds into everyone's hatred
to the point that we all want to die

The days are filled with disputes
dismemberments
and death
While the nights are solely those of terror
horrid screams echo hauntingly off of the cement

Nobody can save us
not while we're kept prisoner here
Satan walks among us
so long as war at heart is held dear
marla
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