The Three Crows

Whilst walking to aid another with supplies,
ye shall see three black crows watching
out of the corner of thy twisted eyes.

A sight often missed by myriads of mocking,
silent watchers are told to seal their lips
they fly in unison their formula working.

Walking on land towards great cargo ships,
pondering and planning another great work
made of desire born in thy fungal furnaces.

Yet ravens along with the crows start to smirk,
chanting their songs of hidden lore
"ye are but a philosopher waiting for her".

Flash back to reality, back to the store,
here standing before, yet another whore.

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Embedded onto electrical surges by I.i.I,
this is a real story.