We live in a land where the footprints of ghosts linger.

We live in a place where wicked trees sway.

We live in a land where hags own the kingdoms.

We stand on a roof where dead kings lay.

You live in a land where strong knights fight.

You live in a place where children fly kites.

You live in a land which always sings rhymes.

You sit on a bench unadulterated by time.

We stand in a place where no one's in haste.

We walk on the grounds where ghouls lazily lay.

We love having fun running round shades.

We love poking witches to hear what they'll say.

You stand in a place where everything is a race.

You walk on the grounds where only one race stays.

You love having fun pushing others into shade

Where no one hears their voices and no one knows their names.

We stand in a place where we don't get chased.

We walk on the grounds where no one needs praise.

We love having our talents and our flaws displayed

So we all know what's true, half-truth, and what's feigned.

You stand in a place where true taste goes to waste.

You walk on the ground of lies which your society is based.

Yet, you love talking only about blades, gains, and enchanting parades.

Yet, you love tricking children to ignore and go play.

We live in a land where YOUR damned souls lay.

We live in a place where YOUR shadows get to play.

We live in a land of horrors untold!

Where everyone damned can say things so bold!

You live in a maze of betrayal and lies.

You close your eyes like you don't kill us with knives.

You say we are monsters that come from a horrid place

And then ask why we hurt you when we come face to face.