This forest is the hidden heart of the haunted
It's a wailing world of whispers of the wounded
Every breeze bounces on the wooden block of bad births
Oaths are abound like outrageous owls that humanly occur
This evil empire erased the envisage of the ideal era
Submissive suckers sometimes submerge their brainwashed soul in this valhalla
Every eye goggles by the sight of gutters, grinds and garbage
Raving respiration roars in the nearby resurrected rainy cottage
But does anyone feel at home in this hellish, hooky, humming,
hissing terror dome?
I think this is just a realm of the banished bestial brutes with a heart of chrome