Fix description for hole in wall part 2

Author: LordLuceus

ImageDescriptions/PoemDescriptions.cs

@@ -39,7 +39,7 @@ public static class PoemDescriptions
                 "Save Me\n\nThe colors, they won't stop.\nBright, beautiful colors\nFlashing, expanding, piercing\nRed, green, blue\nAn endless\ncacophany\nOf meaningless\nnoise\n\n\nThe noise, it won't stop.\nViolent, grating waveforms\nSqueaking, screeching, piercing\nSine, cosine, tangent\n    Like playing a chalkboard on a turntable\n        Like playing a vinyl on a pizza crust\nAn endless\npoem\nOf meaningless\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nLoad Me",
             ["gallery_poem_theladywhoknowseverything"] =
                 "The Lady who Knows Everything\n\nAn old tale tells of a lady who wanders Earth.\nThe Lady who Knows Everything.\nA beautiful lady who has found every answer,\nAll meaning,\nAll purpose,\nAnd all that was ever sought.\n\nAnd here I am,\n\n\n              a feather\n\n\nLost adrift the sky, victim of the currents of the wind.\n\nDay after day, I search.\nI search with little hope, knowing legends don't exist.\nBut when all else has failed me,\nWhen all others have turned away,\nThe legend is all that remains - the last dim star glimmering in the twilit sky.\n\nUntil one day, the wind ceases to blow.\nI fall.\nAnd I fall and fall, and fall even more.\nGentle as a feather.\nA dry quill, expressionless.\n\nBut a hand catches me between the thumb and forefinger.\nThe hand of a beautiful lady.\nI look at her eyes and find no end to her gaze.\n\nThe Lady who Knows Everything knows what I am thinking.\nBefore I can speak, she responds in a hollow voice.\n\"I have found every answer, all of which amount to nothing.\nThere is no meaning.\nThere is no purpose.\nAnd we seek only the impossible.\nI am not your legend.\nYour legend does not exist.\"\n\nAnd with a breath, she blows me back afloat, and I pick up a gust of wind.",
-            ["gallery_poem_holeinwall2"] =
+            ["gallery_poem_holeinwallpt2"] =
                 "Hole in Wall.\n\nBut he wasn't looking at me.\nConfused, I frantically glance at my surroundings.\nBut my burned eyes can no longer see color.\nAre there others in this room? Are they talking?\nOr are they simply poems on flat sheets of paper,\nThe sound of frantic scrawling playing tricks on my ears?\nThe room begins to crinkle.\nClosing in on me.\nThe air I breathe dissipates before it reaches my lungs.\nI panic. There must be a way out.\nIt's right there. He's right there.\n\nSwallowing my fears, I brandish my pen.",
             ["gallery_poem_wheel"] =
                 "Wheel.\n\nA rotating wheel. Turning an axle. Grinding. Bolthead. Linear gearbox. Falling sky. Seven holy stakes. A docked ship. A portal to another world. A thin rope tied to a thick rope. A torn harness. Parabolic gearbox. Expanding universe. Time controlled by slipping cogwheels. Existence of God. Swimming with open water in all directions. Drowning. A prayer written in blood. A prayer written in time-devouring snakes with human eyes. A thread connecting all living human eyes. A kaleidoscope of holy stakes. Exponential gearbox. A sky of exploding stars. God disproving the existence of God. A wheel rotating in six dimensions. Forty gears and a ticking clock. A clock that ticks one second for every rotation of the planet. A clock that ticks forty times every time it ticks every second time. A bolthead of holy stakes tied to the existence of a docked ship to another world. A kaleidoscope of blood written in clocks. A time-devouring prayer connecting a sky of forty gears and open human eyes in all directions. Breathing gearbox. Breathing bolthead. Breathing ship. Breathing portal. Breathing snakes. Breathing God. Breathing blood. Breathing holy stakes. Breathing human eyes. Breathing time. Breathing prayer. Breathing sky. Breathing wheel.",