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The Garden Of Tears
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The Garden Of Tears There is a place where all men go, to reflect upon reality, in this dream.
To look upon their lives, their hopes and failures,
a place where nothing is, where reality might be.
A plain of existence in which you are all that you think you can be.
This world is known to all and feared by those who are wise,
for it reflects off you, be your path corrupt or true.
Tread carefully stranger for it will take your purest dreams,
then twist and turn them in to hellish nightmares,
no hope for your soul, no chance to redeem.
It will find your darkest fears and feed them
helping them grow, manifest into twisted realms.
In time it will control you, in time it will destroy you.
All must enter but few will leave,
for sanities sake you will greave.
This place is alive, just like you or me,
living and breathing from our souls,
just as we do from its.
They say the one who can defeat the garden will find untold wealth
but at the cost of your mind and decrepit health.
Be ready my friend, to embrace your destiny,
tread softly, with thought and hope,
for he who has hope in his heart enters to find and reclaim his soul.
Once this is done will you finally see,
that the garden is yours for all eternity.
Be careful young traveller, nothing can save you, not all the things you hold dear,
for the garden of tears will expose your fears
and you will reap what you sow.
