The Tree

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Once a guardian in a peaceful place of growth
The tall warrior was captured and skinned
Tortured was this ancient being.
Torn apart and nailed to fallen comrades.
For selfish uses he was sacrificed.
But even though time has passed
And the world around him decayed and fell,
The guardian lives on with his battle scars.





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