Satan's Crow
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“We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life is rounded with a sleep.” – Shakespeare
Life - a poem for Lord Beelzebub
People are born and die,
The sun is rise and setting,
And all this is happening to herald your arrival.
No more, no less,
But all human be are sick.
In the eternal cosmos, everything has an end,
But your immortal kingdom goes on forever.
A scent he's never smelled,
A life he never lived,
How can anyone know?
That's why they won't understand us.
I look, I look at the lives I'll never have,
I look but I don't seeing.
Everything was there, but I didn't understanding,
Because I had everything, but no hope.
Because it wasn't easy to live a lie someone else created as a truth in your own world.
Even living without you was meaningless,
But now even death has meaning.
When even breathing is difficult,
I will die again in every darkness,
When life redraws my path,
I will come back to you as a crow.
-Satan's Crow
Life - a poem for Lord Beelzebub
People are born and die,
The sun is rise and setting,
And all this is happening to herald your arrival.
No more, no less,
But all human be are sick.
In the eternal cosmos, everything has an end,
But your immortal kingdom goes on forever.
A scent he's never smelled,
A life he never lived,
How can anyone know?
That's why they won't understand us.
I look, I look at the lives I'll never have,
I look but I don't seeing.
Everything was there, but I didn't understanding,
Because I had everything, but no hope.
Because it wasn't easy to live a lie someone else created as a truth in your own world.
Even living without you was meaningless,
But now even death has meaning.
When even breathing is difficult,
I will die again in every darkness,
When life redraws my path,
I will come back to you as a crow.
-Satan's Crow
