Welcome to the zombie pool
Where you might like to cool
Welcome to the depth and down
Where illusions learn to frown
Welcome to the blinding light
Where you might like to write
Welcome to the grime and lies
Where all exposure dies
Welcome to unbending poles
Where you might find our souls
Welcome to the rigid climb
Where there is but an anti-time
Welcome people, come in, come in
You all might like to win
Welcome to the looking glass
Of dreams, that scream, en masse
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