Shrieking cell!
The halls ring out
with the music of
the ghosts of
the past
Cool- white-
filtered gas
Retreating from
the wishing well
Cry out-
Answer!
Answer!
Answer!
Expungent
echoing back
and back again
Silence wells up...
Confounded Dogma
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