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stepping through the holy halls

blood splattered on the walls

figures darting around every corner

guns pointed ready to fire like a mortar

the cliff, the ledge, the shattered glass

each a site for a unhealthy death

with random shouts, and fierce battle cries

we rush into guarded rooms ready to die

with flags in hand and sweat on face

Run away, avoid the Mace

and when at last safe at base

place the flag and celebrate