Tower of Gloom

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From cradle to grave, once ripped from the womb Decades of life, spent trapped in this room Steady, unchanging, the future dost loom If only the past had not sealed your doom Now'days, spent drinking and inhaling fumes Til flesh rots off, and your bones exhumed But open another, for death will come soon dullachan.itch.io/tower-of-gloom/