The leaves outside my towers
Swirl as the crows give flight
Sending the fever of murder
As they post on posts
Watching and comprehending
Man on man wars
Day by day
While one by one they fray
Praying on lost eaten lives
Calling to the sky for more sinful hate
But these crows are coughing sick
Disease spreading from lung to lung
So they go and go to the human kind
Dropping their dead into dinner plates
Watching skies
Things fall and we can't see them
In the mind we'll become ill
Shouting for the doctor
Who can do nothing but stare
These crows are only signs
Underneath their feathered hearts
Is a truth of un-loyal color codes
Stained in the sunset
Itching the dirt until it
Unwillingly is disposed
Into a grave of a dead man from the war
These fraying crows, they do decay
These fraying crows....They do decay
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