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In The Basement Sleep Dragons

We hear things,
Like a rumbling of great thunder,
We say things,
Lashing out upon open wounds, like a whip on a slave,
Dark are these times now,
A whisper in the wind,
The end is near they tell me,
It approaches,
And when they awake,
The flames will consume our world

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