Dry bones lay awake behind the closet doors
Swollen with secrets of a life lived
Drowning in fear of the days to come
When the vow of silence will be shattered
The pit of darkness illuminated
The skeletons in the closet will come tumbling
Brimming with all sorts of nasty secrets
A bucket load of rotting bones spewed
Into the bright street of life
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