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These walls that surround me are wider than hell, They're as high as a mountain, as deep as a well, They're as thick as the sinews of Satan's own soul, With a power more evil than demons behold. They're as solid as stone — as resistant as steel Oh, the mortar's great walls have a permanent seal. No ladders lead over; no tunnels go down. No, nothing gets up them, nor down through the ground. There is but one locked door in the center, I see. To escape all I need is God's almighty key. |