Strange Fruit

Strange fruit grows in the fields by my home
Casting a shadow like a pale horseman rides
Filling my mind with darkness and gloom
And sets in stone where my heart resides
I watch with horror, overcome with dread
As each new victim is nailed up in wood
And witness as the heavens above start to bleed
Sending rain, like tears, to act as their shroud

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