This door is locked
and must remain locked.

Many years go
it was closed and bolted
against the chaos and carnage
that wanted so much
to bust out into the world.

A fearsome creature
lives within that shuttered room.
Sure, its voice seems sweet enough,
when heard from the other side,
seductive even, but its promises,
through history,
are ill-kept.

Out come the violins,
the sly hush of lullabies,
the sugar and the rose's speech,
all defiled by the very nature
of their utterer.

Listen not.
The beast must remain
in its prison of thoughts,
its nightmare man-trap.

Open the door
and life's at hell's bidding.
Open the door
and I set myself free.

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