Today’s mood…

Fifty ugly soldiers holding spears by the iron door
knives and spikes and guns and the likes
of every tool of pain
A sinister midget with a bucket and a mop
where the blood goes down the drain

Not to worry. At least there is coffee and fear of failure…

Who are all those people
he’s locked away down there
Are they crazy? Are they sainted?
Are they zeroes someone painted?
its never been explained
since at first it was created
but a dungeon like a sin
requires not but locking in
of everything thats ever been
Look at her, look at him

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