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The good things reaped on this hollow field
Masked, it's horror for short whiles
Masked, it's horror with fake smiles

The grin lasts for a bit
Suckled on barbed tit
Emptied and bleeding
Drops of rich dark scarlet feeding

Please begged the farmer
Please... and did not harm her
But she'd raise fist upon his plea
Raised fist, then silent beating

The good things reaped on this hollow field
Masked its horror for short whiles
Masked its horror with fake smiles