Dungons are dark places,
Filled with tormit and death,
Dungons are filled with hate,
And scarey gooly goblins,
Dungons fight for there right,
To kill and murder,
Dungons hold the darkest ones,
Behind there walls of tormit,
Dungons scream out my name,
Pulling my in tightly,
Hopeing for my chance to escape,
One day i will be delighted.
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