From my window
I look down, look down
At the iniquitous world spread out below me
I look down, look down
I see the curst world, but it doesn’t see me
From my room
I look down, look down
At the caliginous night steeped in midnight tea.
I look down, look down
I see the leaden darkness, but it doesn’t see me
From my prison
I look down, look down
At a haunting of ghosts, ghouls, and monstrous afreets
I look down, look down
I see all things vile and evil . . . and pray they don’t see me
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