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Past the door, there is a lever And the passage that it opens up Is filled with mist and hollow stumps Stones and ashes scattered round Dead roots and skulls cover the ground Decay and rot fill up this void Acidic smell and marblr poize A temple here once stood and lived But crumbled down in nature's sieve Wrath of god, perhaps a ploy Playing with a new found joy Temptous lust and cursive screams Their souls are left for empty dreams Their bodies are no longer there Cut down by evil's glazing stare Those who've been, have not returned Left back to have their ashes urned Speak not, for it is not to be Close your eyes, just let it flee Escape your thoughts, follow them not Thisw endless life we have all sought Beyond the beyond, through the never Close the door, smash the lever Seal the passage tight, no air And banish all forsaken there 
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