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I walk into darkness, unhurried, alone
The sounds of my footsteps, carry on in a drone
Shuffling along streets, once cobblestone
Far away, I can hear them, the words, intone

Shadows surround me, make nary a sound
Darting through buildings, unearthing the ground
Where have I journeyed? What have I found?
I’ve awakened the dead, as they gather around

Taunting and teasing, they play with my mind
I wonder what it is, they hope they can find
Shaking their heads, they seem quite disinclined
To finally make me, one of their kind



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