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The Gateway


In the depths of all dark and mystery
In the depths of all black obscurity
In the depths of eyes that have no end
In the depths of the watchful irony

The gateway to the soul
So I have read, so I've been told
To guide, to warn, to watch a few
Maybe me
Maybe you

Annoying to some
A sport to kill
Destroyer to some
Crops they kill
Scavengers
I've heard them called
Survivors, yes
Destructors, no

Behold the power you'll find here
A wisdom far past us
A gateway to the soul

The ancient ones, Oh they were right
Next time you see a Crow in flight
Watch
It stops, it looks,
It talks to you
The signs are there
Now, Are you?

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