• Kill that raven; kill him now, for he brings nothing good.
    Pain and misery somehow slips beneath our troubled hood.
    There’s a wall, a nice brick wall, which builds to keep us in.
    Behind it is the world we fear, and with it all the sin.

    Kill that raven: kill him now, for he brings nothing good.
    Darkness traps you in its arms and carves the lonely road.
    There’s no releases, not here or there, and no one all too kind.
    An occasional soul- which is all; a myth impossible to find.

    Kill that raven: kill him now, for he brings nothing good.
    The wall, it breaks, bit by bit, until you face the cold,
    And suddenly a rage is all there is, you in a masterful hold.
    No mercy will they see for all they’ve done,
    No salvation will you have for you’re already gone.

    Kill that raven; kill him now; for he brings nothing good.
    Blood will spill-
    A blackness it does fill,
    And your whole world crumples to the ground.
    An endless cycle from which you will not be found.
    The deeds are done, and payments made.
    A life dwindles and continues to fade.

    Then the formidable end comes much too soon,
    The raven and his lifeless croon.
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