Rows of beautiful trees surround the glittering cabin
Stamina shining from birthright religious cleansing
They glow and pile on their lipstick of fairy fantasy
Waving colorful flags for their turn
up the rainbow steps of glory
Behind the rock is a single flower
That leaves it all starving
The ribcage of not enough echoing within the forest
Its' stems are tied like hands in bondage
against the blistering wind that comes in
Under the loudest 6 string blast of my silence
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