My work place sealed
by old wooden
walls,
only a window to
a beautiful world
open to
sound and sadness
sprinkled from
the oldest god of
time and place
that lies
beneath a new
world open
the ones who need
it most.
death and night mares
from way beneath
surface
of the under
world
ware the
factory of death
lie beneath
all else.
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