Aphasic Opinion
Ancient tombs and ossified walls
Hieroglyphically defaced scrawls
Markings of passing days in a self-bound prison
Pensive penciled crop circles stating one's mission
Could this be all just a fabrication or some ancient lore
Hidden, concealed, waiting to be explored
Does it unlock the mystery of a greater power
Or a place where insanity knocks at every hour
Where life seems to subside
And where dreams have died
With the knowledge of the unknown
A place some condone
Where the home has grown
Residing alone
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