The Condemned Moor
I thought I'd seen them
But then they vanished
And then they'd gone
Father said: If they're hungry
Let them so
All is anxiety inside them
Nothing in their inner bodies wants to flow
This is their place
Father and me are just foreigners
Dragging away our pain
Our bodies a relic of ours the human race
Here's no room or chance for love or for romance
Our eyes go looking for any hope
But every research it does fail and is in vain
Who decided this moor is condemned
And who confined us to live upon its sands
Was it a demon a soul catcher?
Or was it an entity without a mother?
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