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The Poetry of The Crow

Don't Stop Reading till you get to the End


Pain

Fear

Irony

Despair

Death

Read On


One day you are going to loose everything you have.

Nothing will prepare you for that day. Not faith... Not religion... Nothing.

When someone you love dies, you will know emptiness... You will know what it is to be completely and utterly alone.

You will never forget and never ever forgive.


Take this lesson from The Crow: Think about what you have to lose.


If you are someone who has nothing to lose, then you are already here..

and you lesson is a much more difficult one.


"The hand is no different from what it creates"

The Crow which James O'Barr is a Ceremony... A message to you and me.


Pain

A year ago... A cold October Night...

A Broken down car on a dirt road...

A Man... A Girl... Madness... Pain... and the Shadows...

My God, the Shadows...


Fear


He Screams and Screams and pounds his head.

Against the wall until wailing phantom firetrucks

pace across his vision.

Pain, Pain is all he wants.

and hate yes hate.

We shall never foget and never forgive.

and never ever fear.

Fear is for the enemy.

Fear and Bullets.


Irony

The tides of sin draw tighter and brighter,

The hours become heavier and weighted,

and the shadows smile dark and wild,

This is when hope and desires callopse,

The acr of the dream desends into despair,

When inoccent loves dance

Like angels on fire.

This is when the night comes down,

a hammer on an anvil,

and the only absolution accepted

is a legacy of brutality.

a single not rings on and on and on.


Despair

Here dwells a snake, one thousand miles long

Coiled, one tousand miles deep

Eyes like candy, it has eyes like candy

Hard and blue, but soft as kittenns feet

Out of sight or in the element of light

It could be a devil, it could be an angel

With spiders inside a vision from hell

its spine is i verticale scream

Slow as comcrete, blurred as a dream

it spins round and down on an axis of atrocity

Fueled by inertia, depth, radius, and velocity,

it soul a twisted wreackage of despair and pain

and the spiders inside are just praying for rain

Killing time killing time

and praying for rain

One thousand miles deep


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