Crypt
It came creeping in the night, Like a thief, watching and waiting, Slowly it crept in, like the moon in the night, His eyes never saw, his soul never felt, But still he fell, into that deep crypt, And he fell constantly, an end not near, He yelled, none heard anything, His life, pain
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