Theres something coming, the sound of men in the distance
They have arrived, chopping every one of us out of existence
Watching hopelessly as my friends and family fall to the ground
Theres nothing I can do except to hear the glass shattering sounds
Tears stream down my body just as the dead leaves fall of my branch
As I watch them take there stance, I don't have a single chance
I hear now the remaining tree's, crying and preparing to die in agony
Now the men come for them, cutting them down and making more casualties
I am now the only one left, I gaze at them slowly walking towards me
They grip there axes tightly and furiously swing at the last remaining tree
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