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When did I die?
When was I cast aside?
Today I surmise
As I travel spectral highways
With upside-down signs
Wailing banshees of
The living reminded
Vacant rooms, no sign of life
Stagnant gaze, a voodoo curse
Living within a tomb
Catacomb city of
Bitter solitude
Macabre words, macabre mind
Bled dry of memories
No baggage left behind
Transport to eternity
Here on Purgatory Island
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