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On the edge of a cliff, The vines grew up the sides,
Its walls rose high, Like many hands from hell,
Metal and stone, They would all pull down one day,
Unpenetrable by the eye. With no story to tell.
Pathetic and sad, But until that day,
The contents of this bin, This place will exist,
Many were inside, And they will stay inside,
But none wanted in. Jailed by stone and mist.
A jail cell for lunatics, The people inside are crazy,
A wall against disease, The Satans Dominions are them,
It kept the sane people out, This place is horrible,
And the insane in with ease. This, Arkham Asylum.