Deliver us Evil, Using Three Crows
May He deliver—
chaotic behavior,
shameless, booming
across the courtyard
so everyone hears
the inane spoken one
after another—
proof of a god,
if only they had courage
enough to think that.
How easy it is to rise,
to take control,
only to watch them choose
the same as before—
pissant peasants, asleep,
dreaming still.
Dreams may come,
but waking is the problem.
Start over again—
no love to hold,
destructive thoughts
taking over.
His family—three crows—
watch as he decides:
he goes on.
Violence, therefore,
takes over
in true value
Darkness is purity
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