🔵 By Steven Leech. Photo by lauragrafie.
No matter how great the life, death is waiting at its end
Every twist is scary, who knows if the reaper is around the bend.
So live life to the fullest, it’s all you’ve got.
Because friend or foe, The Crow cares not.
Wicked, righteous, upright, or low down, we all bleed red
Good or bad, win or lose, none of it matters to the dead.
They say a man reaps what he sows
But in the end, we are all just a feast for the crows
When your time is up, more can’t be bought.
Because friend or foe, The Crow cares not.
So, as men march to battle and to death
And scream defiance with their dying breath
Know that death cares not for your defiance
Defy all you will, you shall still lay down in compliance.
The true winners are all dead and gone
Those left behind must live the pain and go on
As they leave the field of death
Expelling small pieces of their souls with every breath
They watch the crow feat upon the meal that they brought
Because friend or foe, The Crow cares not!