gaol

In the darkness cold and black

Gaol lights twinkle sadly back

Captive souls in little boxes

Watch TV in woollen soxes

Paying their dues for past sins

While gaolers keep them safe within

Pounding heart and laboured breath

The reaper calls with gift of death

Loyal friend with time to kill

Tip back head and swallow pill

Pay my dues for past yens

While gaolers sleep my death begins

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