The place that houses the rooms
That fit askance together, is fractured.
Pieces of a puzzle - tortured
By lemmings and the loons
Swirling about in cavern tombs
Convince no one of any sanity
Nor of the slightest enmity
Between the dawn and the doom
Where the grace of angel’s lies
Whilst the devil’s wrath doth rise.
The cursed rooms collapse into empty
As the vacuum consumes the last entry.
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