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Embedded by twisted branches

Stiff lids blue 'n cold as ice

Mouth stuffed with black soil

I'm enjoying my view

Can't move nor scream

Breath caught in a cloud of dust

Frostbite gnaws at my face

The earth swallows my rot

Wearing away

Skin turns to bark

My imprisoned seed flows free

Seeping through the pores of my coffin

Pregnant forest will spawn

An army of Ents

As I contaminate

The ground beneath my putrefied feet

I think to myself

What a wonderful death

Buried to my neck

I've become one with the earth

Transplantation

The Ent is near