Tower of Gloom

From cradle to grave, once ripped from the womb
Decades of life, spent trapped in this room
Steady, unchanging, the future dost loom
If only the past had not sealed your doom
Now'days, spent drinking and inhaling fumes
Til flesh rots off, and your bones exhumed
But open another, for death will come soon
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