In 2014, a crumpled up note was found stained with crimson. The blood on the note was later identified to be that of Timothy Branson, a hiker who disappeared a year earlier along the Appalachian Trail. Detectives have done their best to decipher the ramblings and metaphorical nature of the letter but have yet to make any connections. Its contents are always follows;
Nature...I sought you out for my mind's preservation
I traversed the road less taken to find some kind of meditation
But i caught her scent, among the green collage in this forest filled with trees of knowledge
With plenty of recreational space in the branches for serpentines to swing across in
Falsified goddesses hidden in the brush that should be quiet and calmin'
Camoflagued her smell clustered between the pines and the pollen...
I should have felt your beady eyes analyzing my weakest qualities
Only got this close to stick me with your poisonous barb, a second's all you need!
Are you to mount me like a trophy? Blood stained fabrics all you have to show for me
Of ghost stories and cults forming, alls well that ends gory
Vainglorious over your slayings, does it bring you pleasure? Fucking sadist
Another offer for the mass grave, another body to appease Satan with
Thought i sensed a succubus among the woodwork, make sure you put that in your linear notes
But you know how human nature works,
We'll ignore a thousand signs that say "DON'T" for that one sign that says "HOPE"
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