There is a field, full of flowers,
and as you walk they sway,
and there is a secret,
a deadly secret,
sinking through the ground.
For as you walk they bleed,
petals burning widely,
but never shall they wither,
theyre neverending sadly.
And if you listen closely,
you may hear them moan,
but if you stray from the path,
never shall you roam.
Their hypnotizing,
mesmerizing,
making you lose your mind,
for as you walk they scream,
and hurt you everytime.
Their thorns shall tear your flesh,
their blood will make you gag,
these flowers were made from death,
your soul they'll surely bind.
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