Forbidden Castle
Gates of lost souls shall open
As dates of guns and roses have ripen
Mates of puns and tosses have spoken
Playground of zombies flipping the casted token
Crates of dolls will be laid and paid
Burning in ashes while being watched by a wandering maid
One color will rise above all
Scattered like barrels of oil so tall
If roses are red and violets are blue
Spilling and drilling on the forbidden grounds ensue...
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