Old oaks standing in the hollar
Deep running secretes where lives roots begin their sprawler
The knot has been tied
rope has been hung
Story's of twisted words make lies
The noose has been swung before your eyes
As the knot slips your hands you feel The grinding slide
Unspeakable Deeds deserved have been done
The widowers branches have previously sung
where the sprawling bow and fate collide
Rest your bones in natures shadowy bows
Silent foreverance
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