Strange, Deranged, & Not Saved
In the creepy forest.
Lost people rest.
Sanity cursed is a test.
Fear we detest.
Ambition to be the best.
A hero we need.
To save us from greed.
All the 7 deadly sins.
Digest waste it brings.
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