The Feeding Thorn Bush
In a field of enchanted flowers
there grows a thorn bush
ripping, shredding, cutting through
All who dare to spawn close
soon learn their fate
The jagged knives of the bush
The wilted bodies of the innocence
scattered around feeding the evil
and more and more it grows
with each carcass that falls
The more it swallows the beauty of the field
and all in it's path
never stopping
never ending
forever
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