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The fence is twenty miles long and ten miles wide, at least twelve feet high.
It used to be called THE PROVING GROUND now it’s a wildlife refuge.
It seems forever, miles
Beyond, out beyond the fence
What criminal contained
To fear, to dread
What lay behind explained
Stretching on for miles
Once heard, it’s cannon folder
Ordnance contained
Trespass if you dare, walk lightly
Cannon folder as a list of names
Stretching on for miles
Round by round, shell by shell
Proving ground
Now reclaimed their last remains
Rumblings, layered past
Exploding into flames
A mile behind the fence, a mile
Not a bloodstain to it’s name
The forest holds it’s secrets
Old wooded practice range
White blue the haze uplifted
On days lead fell like rain
The splinters few
The ground did too
Scars on bark proclaim
Who best to put a fence up
Hells fury, hides in shame
What was it the proving
Killing! nature tamed
It used to be called THE PROVING GROUND now it’s a wildlife refuge.
It seems forever, miles
Beyond, out beyond the fence
What criminal contained
To fear, to dread
What lay behind explained
Stretching on for miles
Once heard, it’s cannon folder
Ordnance contained
Trespass if you dare, walk lightly
Cannon folder as a list of names
Stretching on for miles
Round by round, shell by shell
Proving ground
Now reclaimed their last remains
Rumblings, layered past
Exploding into flames
A mile behind the fence, a mile
Not a bloodstain to it’s name
The forest holds it’s secrets
Old wooded practice range
White blue the haze uplifted
On days lead fell like rain
The splinters few
The ground did too
Scars on bark proclaim
Who best to put a fence up
Hells fury, hides in shame
What was it the proving
Killing! nature tamed
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