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Musty Wallpaper #1
In the shadows of the night, where silence is king,
murmurs arise from a past that has not disappeared.
In dark corridors, where light dares not enter,
echoes of laments of souls in pain.
The wind whispers secrets of pain.
Stories of blood and pure gore.
Doors creak revealing scenes of horror
where death dances in macabre fervor.
Candles flicker, shadows come to life.
In every corner a lost story.
Empty eyes, without shine, without color,
reflect the abyss and eternal dread.
On the floor, marks of a cruel fate,
dried blood in faithful testimony.
Muffled screams and one last cry,
lost in time wrapped in pain.
And so, in the darkness, it unfolds,
the story of souls lost in eternal misfortune.
Where gore is the stage and death is the actress
in a dark theater where no one is happy.
murmurs arise from a past that has not disappeared.
In dark corridors, where light dares not enter,
echoes of laments of souls in pain.
The wind whispers secrets of pain.
Stories of blood and pure gore.
Doors creak revealing scenes of horror
where death dances in macabre fervor.
Candles flicker, shadows come to life.
In every corner a lost story.
Empty eyes, without shine, without color,
reflect the abyss and eternal dread.
On the floor, marks of a cruel fate,
dried blood in faithful testimony.
Muffled screams and one last cry,
lost in time wrapped in pain.
And so, in the darkness, it unfolds,
the story of souls lost in eternal misfortune.
Where gore is the stage and death is the actress
in a dark theater where no one is happy.
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