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I know the pattern of the black crows nest

I proved the latter with the words on my rest

I lived and gathered for the inevitable end

I have a pattern that lies in my lantern

Eyes have no say

Give the people the answer, give the leader the pencil

Lend a hand to the cancer, that places a stencil

On the words of my rest.

I hear the music of the voice in my head

Listen for arrows that signal its dread

Lying on edges that played on my role

So take these words, words as a whole

Ears have no say

I was given a gift, that plays off the dirt

When you heard the hearts,I heard the words

The words of my rest