Circle of Crows

It is about my spiritual journey, and the opposition Ive experienced along the way.

The victim, a witness with eyes

knees bend less as pressed palms bleed

watering seeds sewn in the garden of crows

A variety of violence, sick silence, and deadly disease

Prominent premonitions of the tumultuous conditions in me

Seem to menace me tentatively release and repeat 

My circling crows know to follow the flow of the cold souls

Feed, bulging the belly and bowels to beautify the beast

Eyes wide open, I gently weep

I die, while they silently sleep

Savagely manage to rid of all the man in me

 Now I am the crow, that will finally feast

Pierce my lungs and steal the breath

Blacken the eyes and feel whats left

A witness with eyes, I am, he who sees

I am my Savior, my blessings manifest

You look at me, You see me

I look at you, I simply see

Simple simplicity, perfectly Perfect

From above looking under, I see

Myself looking back at me

 pressure from a lesser me 

reflecting a synergy of energy

 that enters me centers me then I

rise TO

humbly hover over the earth

wash my hands of the blood and the dirt

 

PLEASE,PLEASE! BELEIVE!

THEY KEEP TELLIN ME,

 THEY CAN SEE ALL THE HELL IN ME

  PLEASE, PLEASE! BELEIVE!

THEY CAN SEE ALL THE HELL IN ME

THEY KEEP TELLING ME

PLEASE,PLEASE, O , PLEASE

THEY KEEP TELLING ME

Author's Note

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