The
fall is imminent
The
fire heating up within
Underground
it sparks
Slowly
the eating spells
The
crumbling stones
Slowly
peeling off from the cement
The
once unity of cement holding
It
appears falling down
The
noises like bell ringing
Hitting
the mind of its falling
The
rumbling rolling along
Without
a plan strategy
The
party of 2 snakes
With
evil in its eyes
It
is time it goes to rest
In
the coffin of our minds
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