here it comes
the end is nigh
a crooning crow
patrols the sky
the lake reflects
a crescent moon
as god's old land
lay now in ruin

and were the world
lay now ahead
oh sleeping distance
where to tread
where to run
or where to hide
as life distorted
creeps through behind

battered thought
upon cleansed sin
we gaze in awe
her benevolence
eternal rise
pink and grey
oh conflicting beauty
lead us astray

wanderlust turn
thought to dust
bleeding greed
turn will to must
charging future
twist my words
feed on bone
as preyless birds

a ****** of crows
now they coo
our withering souls
long overdue
the glistened waters
reflect dark clouds
he comes to reap
we must avow