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Cubic hall

Yellowish, derelict, moldy and green

Covered with brown dust

A breathing shell enjoys the view

Cubic hall

Kept white and splendid

Because from death comes bliss

And bliss will illuminate the walls

Make them admire what they enclose

Air gets calm

Triggering the call

The scent of incense replaces the scent of mold

Static stare

Orchestrated lament

Bloating walls flake of their veils

Expose their pulverized bowels

And from death came death

The walls didn’t admire