The Crow’s Caw

When the crow caws- it recognizes you- it is cawing at you- the crow knows your name- the crow knows your secrets- your lies- your fears- it knows all about the delicate strands- holding your secrets- lies- fears- and your life together- as the crow was the entity who weaved them all together- nothing will ever remain hidden from the caw of the crow- it knows all which pertain to life- and to death- the caw is the transition from life to death- and from death to life- humanity dwells in between the circumstances- in between the light and the darkness- in between love and fear- and in between the translucent veil of life and death.

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