
The blackbird crows
The time is near
Your time is up
There is no fear
Waiting for the pain to leave
A better place you perceive
You’ve been warned, he crows aloud
Time has come for the shroud
No ill will, no regrets
A new existence you will get.
Let it come, the darkness fill
Lose yourself, the fighting will
Surrender to the blackened bird
Your time’s now done, his fateful words.
I wanted to say, shouts the raven, nevermore (smile).
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