The darkness descends
Capturing the bad souls
Demands they do its way
Else they will lose it all
Play by the bad rules
Nothing will be won but pain
Running through life
It's the sinking feeling
The fear of darkness
The mind will stop functioning
The worrying sound increasing
See nothing but hearing whispers
Go by the wrong way
Life will not run true
History will tell the stories
In prison cells the tales are known
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