The pound.
The pound where the hard dogs go.
Where there aint nothing but howls at nite.
Where the rules dont applu
Where everyone secretly cries
Where the nightmares become daymares
Where the devil tantalizes you
Where you see the truth
Where reality is spread rite across your eyes
Where the pain not only hurts but follows you
The place that dont seem so different
From yours and my home.
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