you've come to a place

a quick turn around the corner

gray skies galore.

what was that?

you saw a face

ear-piercing howls

screeching of the crows

like the wallow of the cello. 

you shouldn't have come here

it doesn't matter now anyways,

you won't be coming back

nobody ever leaves

are you scared, darling dear?

get used to it.

this is the place where 

swine is society,

where the dead are the living,

where the living become the dead

if you are scared now

my god, you won't be prepared

for when your innocence stumbles 

into the heart of the hell

just down the alley, go on

walk the rest of the way...

you're almost there

so unknowing,

so undisturbed,

so innocent,

you are

innocent until you see

the flesh torn from the bones

of the victims who came before you,

watching their eyes pop,

and the faces slashed,

the blood sputter from their mouths

...from their eyes

oh my dear, why are you crying?

you're almost down the alley, keep going

you've come to a place...

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