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Hanging from a Blood Soaked Tree By: Adam M. Snow One morn as under a great tree I lay, Misery held me in its pain-filled sway. I dreamt of a life where I wasn't numb, Sleepwalking my way toward the dusk to come. I felt sweat drops that I thought were rain, And opening my eyes, saw a man hung in pain. His feet were crossed and his arms stretched wide; I could see no life in this man. Had he died? Arose a voice from the blood soaked tree, "I died for you so that you are free." I sat there stunned in my ignorant sleep, My curiosity teased by a tree that speaks. I lingered in repose, knowing not what was said; Clinging to the echo