When I was a little boy my mom always told me that
there is no such thing as darkness,
but there is.
I saw it with my own two eyes.
I always swore to myself that I would never
go back there again.
Ever since I saw it,
hearing that horrible crowing
compelling me to have that same old nightmare.
I shiver violently
How long will this madness last?
Back in the past, people would always tell me
that whatever came around would go around.
The black crow, that which carries a burdance of unruly chances to my window
haunting me until the last breath.
How my heart desires for this to end,
but the fear of it ending me grows stronger each night.
But only God's time will come.
Among my patience, I will hold my family's portrait
while my blood drips of despair.
Like a young poet, whose blood embodies
justice and revenge
With this beautiful family portrait,
I can only feel love and hope.
"Some are born like poets, some are born like mothers, and some are born like black crows"
Mysterious and scary is the black crow.
Most people don't want it, ever
Some people, though, can accept the black crow.
The dark crow flies forever.
A way to escape, is the black crow.
But is can be a way to feel better.
It can confuse and intimidate us, the black crow.
The dark crow flies forever.
It ends so many things does the black crow.
Sometimes you may seem safe from it, however,
It does follow everyone, does the black crow.
The dark crow flies forever.
The thrill is in the chase for the black crow
It will capture everyone eventually, as it's clever.
You can still put up a fight with the black crow.
The dark crow flies forever.
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