Slimy as hell,
Hardened by pain to a shell.
Them narrow lanes remind me,
Of a deep darker past.
Irrational fear,
Mixed with flight.
They all run in equal measure,
Adding to no pleasure.
Tired of the battles,
The warrior sighed in exhaustion.
Leaned on the walls so dirty,
Dirty with blood of those who slain.
The run is at an end,
But the end is still on a run.
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