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Lingering Prophesy

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When the prison doors are opened
Dirty palms shall reach upward
Offering themselves to the sky

If the latch on the gate breaks
Aftertastes of madness
Shall lift our souls

When the dank claustrophobic space is emptied
Our lives will sacrifice guilt and avarice
And silhouettes of ghosts shall cling to the rocks