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Overgrown flora adorns this place

Hiding what’s under the cement staircase

No one will journey beyond the gates

Lest they find out what certainly awaits

Dare not, to step on this place of death

Careful! This could mean your very last breath

So many souls are forgotten here

Left all alone, yet you’ll still feel them near

Though emptiness fills this hallowed ground

The spirits still linger, make nary a sound

No need for a raucous, this they well know

Just a harsh, subtle whisper, reveals them so


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