CATACOMBS

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Forsaken to the catacombs

With a lantern and a blanket

Stomping and smashing

Old prisoners’ dry bones

Little fragments of life

Song of stillness and silence

Dreams broken down

While the night chill scowls

Through the narrow alleys 

And slimy rats scurry about

And shriek incessantly

 
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