Upside down and inside out

At the edge of the world there’s a place waiting to be conquered,
By souls of the walking dead,
By humming birds shot dead.
The moon shines bright, and the trees hang from the sky.
Twisted loops and crystal looks, all a puzzle to be pieced together.
Strung together you’ll see it’s all a sham.
Keep them apart, when it looks its best,
This world waiting to be conquered.

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