Silent acres of faces unknown
No reasons are given for secrets and bones
The price of admission is resting alone
Its the last expression of fate chiseled in stone
I'm the reaper of souls left to wait here you see
a dirt nap is in order by all including you and me
explore the oak Savannah and ponder final destiny
Not to be taken lightly as you look for a good view
A Walk through the moonlight just the trees and finally you
Silent acres of oaks where your nerve comes unglued
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