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The landscape is littered,

With the souls of the dead.

All look broken,

But nothing is said.



The fiends are about,

Causing chaos to all they touch.

I try to help out,

But I can't do much.



So I continue to wander,

The endless bounds of my cell.

Searching for escape,

From this lifelong Hell.



In all this suffering,

Not a soul has a name.

The faces are different,

The tears the same.



In the distance ahead,

I see something strange.

In this desolate land,

I've found a change.



What has always evaded me,

Is now in plain sight.

I don't know how,

But I did something right.



I rejoice at what I see.

I've found the answer to it all.

Though not very big,

There's a crack in the wall.



The end of which,

I cannot yet see.

But that single flaw,

Will make me free.



I enter the passage,

Ready to leave this place.

I glance back at the tortured,

And every sorrowful face.



The end is near,

I can see the light.

But when I get there,

Something's not right.



I look around,

The whole landscape I scan.

But to my horror,

I'm back where I began.



I resign and fall without a sound

Joining the others on the ground.