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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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