Where am I?
In this dark dungeons high?
A fortress they built, a belie
of trivial emotions and hope.
Where am I?
In this magnificent rusty old iron box?
A decade old, it stinks
of your sweat and blood
and your bolstered chastity.
Where am I?
In this pounding drum beats?
So loud that I hear nothing
of those sweet chirruping birds.
Where am I?
oh, where am I?
yes..
Yes, In this sacred place of holiness!
An amicable truth..
Where time stops and everything around,
Where the bright moon shines round..
amidst the clouds.
Where the fish procures the wings..to fly!
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