The School's Phantom
The lockers are beaten and bloody
Running water makes the floor muddy
The windows are cracked very sharp
Hallways are black with the music of a harp
Thoughts filled our minds
Wondering what will we find
The tunes of life, The sands of time
We fear we've reached the end of line
The windows were never broken
Realizing now shadow is the last token
We hear a voice right after
Sounding as if it is laughter
Telling us all we are broken
"Again ever after you will see a new token"...
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