Parts Unknown
There's a station dark and cold.
It is a place to go, I'm told,
for those not quite alive nor dead,
with a withered body and a head.
Passengers arrive and wait,
for a helpful hand to guide their fate,
as kindly they will then be shown,
to soul's destination, parts unknown.
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