It seems the Forest is my only Confidant.
The trees, they listen instead of simply hear.
They absorb the pain and throw it all away.
Is this what it's coming to these days?
If this is the end of days,
are you ready to face the Circle?
Their lips say they don't judge,
but they're eyes say different.
Do you have something,
something hidden?
They'll see it,
see it.
So are you ready for the End of Days?
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