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amid the forestry and the vines presents a manor, lost in time sealed with history macabre and serene horrors that only exist to demean wards are silent with specks of moss barely concealing the echoes of loss and the tragedy of the unclean mind treated by methods that are so unkind the walls hear sadness and fragments of past as broken mouths speak when nightfall is cast this place is awful yet opens its doors to those lacking souls and riddled with flaws mumbles and mutters and pain on blank faces the plight of these forgotten disgraces who float and drift with no solid life crumbling, cocooned by unspoken strife and this haven stands to we

eyes from hell ignore the camera and pose for vanity, looking to the right but strangely innocent and strangely lost; no, that's just the angle condemn him for his crime let him serve time the world, the earth; no one will mind for he crossed the line stood before a law chart to heighten his youth holding something old holding beyond his years black letters on a white card