— M U R D E R —

its been awhile since I've posted a poem here you go

A raven, a crow

Fly in a row

In groups they wait

To spread their hate

A poisonous combo

Death is their motto

A raven, a crow

Men on death row

The raven he heard

Spread disease and hurt

Making all who knew him

A spiteful human

He did not believe

Until one late eve

Infected with hate

He waited and waited

And then there she came

She was grabbed by the arm

Hair gripped and bruised mane

He beat her and raped her

Until God even knows

She could barely walk

Her mouth dry like white chalk

She spit put blood

Face down in the mud

He created a monster that night

Though he did not know

From his poison raven

The crow did let it grow

It traveled to her

Who soon gave birth

She hated her baby

No longer a lady

She became a murder

Of crows

Ravens and crows

Death on their own

Poisonous combo

Spite is their motto

Spreading the unhappiness

Like a plague

That baby grew

He was horrible too

Through his yellow teeth

And white lies underneath

Lay a surprise

No one realized

He killed his own mother

Smothered his brother

Going on sprees

Spreading hate the disease

A pastor prayed for days

No answer came

His wife was slaved

His son overdosed

His daughter, abused

Pimped out by and alone

He turned to God

No answer again

And so the hate spread on

A day we all dread

It burned like fire

Flamed by desire

A raven, a crow

Coffins in tow

One by one

Four by four

Spreading like

Never before

A dangerous combo

Kill is their motto

Escape while you want

Love’s all you got

Before the hate

Consumes you

Remember I warned you

Crows travels in MURDERS.