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Trapped between flies

Forever blind

Beyond the land of time

With fever dreams

The owls between the trees

Not what they seem

Between these trees

Witches dance backwards

Fair is foul and foul is fair

Sin is law in the spirits

Of this anti-world

The acorns kept falling and falling

And die and die

Everything beautiful about Eden

Hideous lies

Now you can hear

What you could not hear before

The cry of all things that are to die

Waters without sound

Birds not to be heard

Darkness comes early

Sin is law in the spirits

Of this anti-world