Falling shall I never see
Your wood so cracked
Souls screaming, strangling from your leaf
Something so lacked
Hell's Gate is bending
Heaven lending
Fire engulfing
You shall never be
My knife is grasping, making its own creed
Cutting you with sugar red
The silence deafining, nothing said
But I will wake from my dream about a tree
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