Deep in the woods of sin holds a golden gallows.
The beautiful waters glisten in the shallows.

The trees weep with the sight of sad misery.
The ground buries the remnants of artillery.

A magical place of fantasy and death.
The creeping moss takes one final breath.

An untainted paradise that will remain for years.
Only holding memories of death and fears.

One day the grounds will be trampled yet again.
Lost in life death is truly my only friend.

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Deep in the woods of sin holds sadness that is true.
The beautiful waters run with blood red hue.

The trees struggle for growth and might.
The ground slowly gives way into the night.
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A magical place that has fallen to death of man.
Moss sharp and brittle cutting of fingers and hands.

The tainted paradise stained with screams and blood.
Quietly sweeping branches under natures rug.

The grounds have been trampled nature has been disturbed.
Death of man is truly deserved