nobody has ever gotten past the iron bars
people who come in
never come back out
the smell is horrible
one whiff and could you pass out
people rattling the bars
screaming for help
the place is a dump
bodies lay everywhere
marks on their arms
they tried to fight the creature that lurks in the shadows
when it comes out
people fall to their knees
baring its teeth
claws that could split you into two
one scratch can be fatal
someone please hear our cry
we need help
we're sending out an SOS
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