Lumberjack

Trudging onto the abyss

Raised on the howls of hollow hills

Their echos ring through ears

These weary souls of silence, now but broken and forsaken

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Gutting through the forest

Stained red checkered shirt

Maddened on hands from meager might

Convinced by a belt buckle badge

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On a purpose they no not of

Billowing bountiful birds afar

Swarm in songs of serenity

Seeing through sighs from slipshod splitters

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The calm forthcoming

Dampens the worthless whistles of diseased dedication

Titan towers of temperament

Climbs ever closer to their inevitable radiance

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