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Corridors once marked the time

Where mortals held their stance

Are now just empty, barren halls

Arranged or happenstance?

Where once the ladies danced about

Carousing with their men

Drunk with laughter, lust and love

They would never see again

The warriors who held these walls

And built this great blockade

Were felled, against the demons

No match for the Devil’s brigade


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