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Out in the wilderness
You can see it
Down the river that grieves
Past the crumbling gravestones
Under the weeping willows
Where the leaves obscure the sun
Dig through the mud
For it gives us life
See the worms go about
Uncaring if what happens above
Take off the seventh skin
Lay to rest the worn hooves
Vulnerable lambs sleep
Skin fresh for the taking
Unsheathe the sharpened claws
Skin the innocent lamb
Put on the black, fluffy fur
And sleep alone with the herd
Flower's destroyed with glee
The victims call out "NO"
The culprit cares for none
Black roses torn from stems
White daisies now have thorns
The ruckus came to pause
Loud bang came from wood box
The noise grows ever louder
"A final gift from me"
The culprit said loudly
A wood door swung inside
Newly made vessel shown
The victims watch in fear
The corpse is now alive
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