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Even Shadows Are Afraid
It's a Heavenly sunny day
To embark on a forest fray
A path awaits, a hidden trail
The woods aroma I inhale
A chance to set my mind at ease
While searching for inner peace
A rock upon the flowing creek
Feeling nature I hear her speak
Babbling water, calm and serene
Refreshing moments in this dream
Tranquil echoes, the chilling breeze
Softly whistling through fallen leaves
Then hell ensued, natures desire
A rage of burning leaves on fire
Dark secrets expose empty woods
Souls etched in bark that never could
Flee the darkness nor find the light
Vulnerable prey couldn't fight
Predators hunt, then they devour
Victims they have overpowered
Bodies hidden by dirt and mud
Nearby rivers remove the blood
Accomplices in this crime scene
Tandemly working killing dreams
Trees dying from the deepest cuts
As nature hides all their secrets
A world void and absent of light
Heaven and hell are out of sight
Perched on this observatory
A reflective purgatory
Here souls are lost and souls are cold
Between the timelines getting old
Haunted by my life's masquerade
Where even shadows are afraid
To find redemption on this path
By facing God to feel his wrath
To embark on a forest fray
A path awaits, a hidden trail
The woods aroma I inhale
A chance to set my mind at ease
While searching for inner peace
A rock upon the flowing creek
Feeling nature I hear her speak
Babbling water, calm and serene
Refreshing moments in this dream
Tranquil echoes, the chilling breeze
Softly whistling through fallen leaves
Then hell ensued, natures desire
A rage of burning leaves on fire
Dark secrets expose empty woods
Souls etched in bark that never could
Flee the darkness nor find the light
Vulnerable prey couldn't fight
Predators hunt, then they devour
Victims they have overpowered
Bodies hidden by dirt and mud
Nearby rivers remove the blood
Accomplices in this crime scene
Tandemly working killing dreams
Trees dying from the deepest cuts
As nature hides all their secrets
A world void and absent of light
Heaven and hell are out of sight
Perched on this observatory
A reflective purgatory
Here souls are lost and souls are cold
Between the timelines getting old
Haunted by my life's masquerade
Where even shadows are afraid
To find redemption on this path
By facing God to feel his wrath
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