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keep moving
there is a buzzard circling me
and it sees my eyes seeing its eyes
that lead its tail and wings to murder
because today its stomach is full
and it can't be anything else
nor would it ever try
I wish to see myself in its eyes
but I'm a coward, a liar and worse
I am man
the buzzard sees me for what I am
and has every right to resent me
if only for the reason
that I try to see myself in its eyes
there is a buzzard circling me
and its eyes
see the poison in its graveyard
and it sees my eyes seeing its eyes
that lead its tail and wings to murder
because today its stomach is full
and it can't be anything else
nor would it ever try
I wish to see myself in its eyes
but I'm a coward, a liar and worse
I am man
the buzzard sees me for what I am
and has every right to resent me
if only for the reason
that I try to see myself in its eyes
there is a buzzard circling me
and its eyes
see the poison in its graveyard
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