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Christmas land.
In the world of Christmas land, shattered glass leaves blood on your hands. As the floor sinks, the jungle grows. The ceiling falls, as its menace shows. Christmas land calls to you, with hallowed eyes, and no tale true. Christmas land has lost all its glory, but has fallen silent without a story. What has happend to this land? Abandond by its once great friends, it has no want of revenge. Its lonely heart beggs, forever without speaking for a companion that will never leave it. I think if Christmas land had a voice, you'd never seast to hear it's defaning crys. It would scream of the sorrow held inside. The sorrow of being frozen in fast forward, until the end of time.
| On April 12th 2008 EmilyExile Said : | |
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It may make no sence to you, but its about an old barn, two houses, and 40 chicken coopes. All of which are abandond, and have been explored alone by myself. I gave the creepy abandoned barn the name Christmas land because the upper floor is for some strange reason filled with piles of garland, christmas light bulbs, and two life sized wise men(which scared the crap out of me when I walked in and saw them in the corner). That place seems so sad, almost lonely. I found a pile of what looked like dog bones there. There are no storys about what happend there. Although, it's on a busy road people never notice it, and once you notice it, it's imposible to forget. |


