Walking down the hall,
Dreading all the dangers,
They can smell you smell the fear
All the weakness within you
As you enter the storm before hell
Chaos reigns before you entered
You disparately try to escape
But with all you effort
you know you must go through
To the very end of it
There will be no escape
At the stroke of the hour hand
Relief is only what you feel
But shaken and stirred,
traumatize by the experience
You vow to never return
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