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Secrets

The wind moves through the wood
Disturbing the peace like nothing should
The otherwise quiet forest yells
With the secrets of the past hidden in Hell.

The way of a traveler is oh so grim
For after a while the wood will get to him
No one has lived to tell the tale
Of the secrets of the past hidden in Hell.

If you happen to come upon the forsaken wood
Know that you stand where many have stood
And do not plan to ever tell
The secrets of the past hidden in Hell.



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