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The Place That Holds No Purpose Take a left, take a right,
which way to go? Pitch black at night,
down this road, up that hill,
the night drones in and it drains your will.
Look left, look right, look up, look down,
nothing to great you but walls and ground.
No faces, smiling at you,
this nightmare sprayed in many hues.
You are all alone,
the wind does not howl or drone,
no sound, no light,
nothing to show this worlds might.
Now you see that nothing is true,
as the darkness ensues,
you see her one last time,
as she fades and becomes sublime.
