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On the empty plains of nothingness

dry land, cracked soil

thousdands of hate dwelled under the plains

of nothingness

hatred bound to the soil

hollow trunks

gathering of souls

though dried and dying

strength grew day by day

breaths of the dead

froze the seasons of change

wind blew through the hollow trunks

plated the howls that weren't in tune

fruit on branches of tress gathered the

hybrid evilness

ambitious branch looked out for the

lonesome travelers

roots like thorns, bound with knots

swallowing the flesh, inhaling the soul

eternal slave, shuttling in trunk endlessly

tangled of roots

dominated the wide open land

bound up all the colors of world

eternal moonlight is what remained

hybrid fruit of evilness, drop into the

cracks of soil

can't escape the devouring roots

shameful pitiful mankind mists the air.....