The blood forest of my dreams
It is a special place for annihilation
A dark red, fertile ground
Where the soil is soaked
With a mysterious imagination
Pain and toil, longing and strife
A murder of crows
A sharp, rusted knife
Tell me how to stay here
I never want to leave
Tell me how to die here
Stay lost in these dreams
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