Walls
And then.... the walls
"Those bloody walls!"
Those screaming, bleeding, ghastly walls...
I daren't venture through that hall
alone,
though it does never pall...
and though the chapel never sleeps
-at night the stained glass cleans it's teeth
I often hear the droning, deep
and distant...from the walls that weep.
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