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The scream atop the mountain

The pleads and begs of salvation

Echoes from the deep sea of trees

Yet only wind can hear them

The turning cogs of their time

Have ground themselves to a halt

They shall be forgotten, as us all

And left under the Moon of Ubasute

And for time and time again

The nature shall claim it's reward

The forest above their lifeless gaze

Captures the souls fleeing to their false prophets

And they shall scream for an eternity

Under the Moon of Ubasute