Trying to touch their calling in my mind
They can be felt deep in my throat
Their laughter is drowned out in my sorrow
They fly encircling my lonely tree
The ocean is drenched in their tears
Upon my feet I see them crawling
They are hoping to see me watching
Their eyes can see me clearly
As I stand upon my rock
Counting crows in the air
As they begin to gently mock
They feed upon the people
Tapping into the fear
They are without conscience
Mistaken kindness as weakness
Their intentions are quite clear
~Moses~
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