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Kneel to rusty hinges and pray for joy
The sirens are coming
with their wailing pleas
don't go in there
don't go in there
leave wasting eyes in lands of empty
with its broken doors
leave them locked and turn away
look to the lights
make your own pleas
those dragging glances will leave a mark
lock them in place
safe from dark maws
don't beg for light
it will come
no need to lock the clicking light to lick the wounds of minds
ease amour into aching flesh until you hear skin sigh
it might drown the breaking blood
and stem the flow of its cry
(Written for the guess your topic competition)
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