Can you place a word to that which disturb,
The unsettling murmur festers fervor,
Needles prick to draw the blood,
Wait for water waves of flood,
Rushing with a deadly precision,
Captivate the turn of the season,
The leaves dry to a thin crisp,
Mist of rain trickles wisp,
Dancing with life as the wind crashes,
Mashes the trees with bloody gashes,
Sap oozing from every orifice,
Splinter number creeping merciless,
Hack it down for timber quicker,
Even if our blood feeds the river
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