The
dark corridor
The
dim lights glow
The
many shadows run
Afraid
of light of day
The
whispering wind
Breaking
the silence
Of
the bad hats
In
the old sheep skin
The
eyes watch
The
saliva flow
The
temptation of gold
It
never dies in the mind
The
greed of power
The
dark corridor corrupts
The
greedy souls fall
Into
the faint cry of the wind
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