Crows will fly
And Crows will die
And the Ravens nest will wither
Rain will pour
Upon your fields
And flood you sons and daughter'
You have the curse
And it gets worse
For all you love is gone
You daughters, sons,
And house and homes.
For I, the taker have won!
Go, call your gods.
I'll call the floods,
The weather and the storm.
I watch you die
While you pray
To a god you thought had form.
Give in, my friend
It's time to end
Your foolish faithful ways!
It's time to seek
The wiser truth of
Why we live in haze.
BINABASA MO ANG
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Poetrya collection of abstract & concrete writings about absolutely anything! most are mine and written on the fly... enjoy!
