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Tragedy strikes in the land of the terrified
Someone knocked, in a weather too fair
Unknown guest, a resident, soul stood petrified
The walls have seen two souls and an heir
Furious, walking around a house rarely visited before
And days go by, stranded in rooms, impossible is the porch
Thoughts gather in time, maybe out of season
This time, unresolved pasts linger with conditioned reasons
Breaths feel like sardonic whispers in the halted air
Deaths are rising with panic infused boredom within confined layers
Idealistic thoughts can only so much help you foresee
Cloud'd, unc'rtain thoughts questioneth me, to be or not to be
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