Somewhere deep, deep in the woods,
Atop a hill covered in dead grass,
Lies a church, left behind.
Without an owner to protect,
The church fell victim to vandalism,
The residents from a town nearby,
Were angered by this great injustice.
Having secrets no one knew,
They cursed this old, old church,
Not knowing that this was the case,
I vandalized the wall.
I woke the next morning with no knowledge of what would happen to my world.
As my clock kept on turning,
I was frightened to see the changes,
Slowly one by one my atoms kept a changing, By bedtime I was never seen again.
I see people everyday,
But speak and get no reaction,
I look at my own reflection,
But I get nothing,
I'm getting tired of my curse,
By which I cannot leave this world.
"Please" I beg the townsmen daily,
But always find myself back in the abandoned church, no one hears my cries, save for the lowly Priest,
He knows I'm here yet leaves me so.
"Please" I beg but I'm still here.
If you see a church atop a dead grass hill, leave this place and never return.
