Scarecrow

And as the flock of crows decend upon the fields that bide us well

that provided us with the grain of knowlegde to lay the seed of truth to grow

the blackened swarm becomes showing the futility of our pride and of our ways

the crow is the locust to eat away our chance to be free of the sway of illusion

For the hour is nigh upon us lot that the shadow decends gracefully

and in its path devours the whole of humanity in one swift swoop

For to stand our guard lies nothing but the legion of the red numbered 131

I saw above the line of horizon the transpiring storm

but of the red the children not of man that dig deep their roots in the earth

and find stability and balance and gain stance scare the shadow not in vain

for once the crow sees the red and realizes the order is knowing

the crow will not plaugue our claimed field

the sheep shall graze whilst above the calmness of their tranquil pond

the storm shows it's fury

(BUT)

It's image stands before the red as a warning

It's shadow befalls... DEATH

The one to warn the blackened flock that this place is not for them

Arms thrust out in defiance... smiling wicked

Beware the creation of man

So deep the betrayal of the dark gods

It's image stands before the red as a warning

It's shadow befalls... DEATH

Arms thrust out in defiance... smiling wicked

So peaceful were the fields before the breaking of the earth, the crumbling tomorrow

So calm were the waters of our ignorant pool the storm was always above

So ravaged are our lands by the forces beyond brought to our soil

No longer does our place exist split by the flesh of revelation

And time will show the breaking of man

And of the spies that show intent to all with the eyes that do not see as mortal

the creation stands alone smiling it's knowing smile... beware...

beware