I look up and see a ****** of crows. "******* I'm dead again" It makes me wanna fake my own death. But I'm stuck breaking the chain. For if I don't, there will be blood. 13 voices keep screaming in my ears. Telling me to start war and tear it down. So I just ask "God save us all." But even he can't stop the fall and the rise. For we've been twisted by design.
Let me know if you get what I did with this poem. Enjoy.