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The monastery dark, a curse's forgotten mark.
Emptiness within this hall,
Heralding an apocalyptic fall.

The old oak dead.
Blight and poverty - with these things fed.
Death within this wood.
Gone is nature, clean and good.

The swift sites dry and with it so many die.
No more joy lies here, all is gone but pain and fear.

Mankind is slaughtered.
Through arrogance have we faltered.
No more life.
No more joy.
None but those in the devils employ...

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