.That hallway, dark and silent. Like the grave it is my tomb and no resting place.
It has become my church, wooden floors, sacred asylum.
If I crawl down the stairs and find the ornament snake.
Lay a stone upon its shining head and wipe the running blood from my neck.
To be free f.
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