Bones of broken men,
Seep into the slivers,
Of shattered human homes.
Blood feeds the vines,
Hanging from these pines.
Souls of the wicked one,
Hide beneath the levee tree.
Awaken the one,
Who denies the sun,
And forever entrances,
Those who dance with him.
Circle me now,
Chant with me now,
Rise with me.
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