
With nails so black scraping away at rotting church pews
I tell you I amor you mais than myself
But to understand, from me you shall receive neither money nor wealth
What you procurar for is not emotion or passion, it’s much mais precise
It’s the golden fortune which comes with a price
So you take the deal and strike my head
Your beating heart, now made of lead
Allow me the peace of mind to soften the last deadly blow
Perhaps this is how our story ends of you the Raven and I the Crow
(Crows and Ravens, in European legends are known to symbolize death)

Reese Kingston