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These ruined walls, what do they hide? Who lives behind reinforced gates? By means of force you’re seeking access And curse me with the voices you evoke Poised daggers scratching at the surface Thy feral words are turning dust to smoke I’ve licked my wounds until they bled Onwards to emptiness she cried In blood upon untrodden halls being led Aware of nothing more I scryed And I sought salvage form this carnage But as I tried to speak - no voice Arose - for voices kept me hostage Behind loose stones – the ruin of my choice These walls have heard my screams which now they echo While I poke embers through the grate As I sit all alone in my cold chamber I oft wonder How long until you storm anew my gates? These ruined walls, what do they hide? Cast forth the charm and tear down the gates!