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I love my friend Bry for this (not in a sexual way, he has a girlfriend) Here's what he wrote

I traveled to the Wood one day, for twas nowhere else to go.
The leaves all danced around me, and sunlight freely flowed.
All men should die, and all men will, from all across the land,
All men should indeed some day see Wood beneath the sand

The peaceful Wood where pine trees grow and people talk with God
And rivers flow and mountains rise out high above the sod
The wondrous Wood where none shall fight and people never die
For the Wood, indeed, the final place where all good dead shall lie.

Though death is feared by all and none and questioned by the mass
The Wood is all the Wood is none the Wood is slow and fast
For all the living never know that just beyond the light
Lies the Wood where no one dies and also none shall fight

Though the stunning light, the way that's right, the ever-glowing door
Shall be invisible to most of man forevermore
For those that kill and steal and sin, deserve not this graceful Wood
No, all the heartless sinners shall never see a place so good

This glorious Heaven that is the Wood shown as so astounding
Where honey flows in rivers and delicious treats abounding,
Where all good people shall have journeyed when their trip is done,
But I made it to the Wood one day, and people there was none. (I was there alone)