Nightmare Forum

We were standing around in our togas


When the sun burst through the skies

And my thoughts fought off other thoughts

In this deadly drone of blah blah

Where no one listens or sees

Those hallowed walls caving in

With all the etched warnings

Turning into concrete dust

That will hover over our demise.

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