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forest spirit [OC]

when on my wordless ways
i pass the ruined temples
once erected in my name
where now i roam feral

i leave a howl of lament
for the prayers i ignored
as i hid in my savage shelter
from their lust for sacrifice

i still hear them call my name
under the silent trees
oh could i find how
their song turned into axes

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