A man still Dying

Like a raven to blue skies, I take flight. Seeking the eve, the falling night. The blood, the gore, Oh what a sight, For a man still dying

And soar above, seek I the wind, the horse, the beast, the hell-bound fiend. And take them all, both gorged and leaned, To a man still dying

And tear the world, the universe apart. To find warmth, some bit of fire in this heart. To commence the beat, and make it start, To save a man from dying

And with hope and prayer and music and song, Perhaps this man might sing along To the tune of joy and in happy throng Keep a man from dying

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