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Hollow Hills
Willow trees silently slumber
A beautiful scene atop the looming hill
A once horrid scene laid claim here
Blood stained grass and loud shrill screams
They echoed through the silent trees
Pushed into the open graves
Dug beneath the swaying leaves
Buried under mounds of dirt
Lost for now
Solely forgoten
He comes back in a few years
Visiting his hollow hills
Relishing his murder scene
Paying tribute to his dream
Sick and twisted sense of humour
Satisfied he may seem
His eyes show hunger for more surrender
Surrender from his peers
More blood spilled on this surreal frontier
More graves dug into the hills
Silently the trees still slumber
Forevermore
They're watered with all the tears
-Tanya Petkau-
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