This place

This place.

The hallways

filled with odious maggots.

The aroma of sweat and despondency

permeates my nostrils.

I hear the moans and shouts

of the prisoners,

held captive against their will!

This putrid bastille

is a simile for whats inside.

Yet there is one, that is not the same.

One creature trying to survive

among the bile and gruel

one creature that is so absolute

that you might seek them out.

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