Black silhouettes of a hangman's noose Surrounded by ways to cut my life loose Worn away gravestones of the gone and forgotten Smell of decay, Bodies are rotten Clouds form to create tombstones Dead and abandoned, Feather and bones In the road states the word death Written in blood and the body that's left Defenceless creature lays on the curb Ripped apart flesh leaves me disturbed No escape from death, No where to turn Murder in mass as distant trees burn Shadows before me stand crucified I hear dying children that have cried Funeral bells ring in the back of my mind A family photo that's been left behind Fallen tree looks like a dead body Waiting to be found and ready to study A helpless wave from a fallen branch The wind whistles the funeral march

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