1- Penalty

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The decrepit ruins of a kingdom,
clattered frames fill the coffers of mind,
the screams of a wanderer are buried deep
and they fester in confines.
They rot in their graves,
the cloying stench permeates,
like a siren's call to the sailor,
it leads towards a definite end.
The rubble of his sins collapses
and the penatlty begins!

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