Dead Tomorrow

A crow flying over a carcass
It swoops low to the ground
Eagerly tears the bleeding flesh
Survival of the fittest is what they tell me
And the killing lives majestically as time grows old
A calming quiet breeze circles the canyon
Dryness stings as crisp as the sun
Desert creatures watching a feast being savored
And God smiles agreeably
While his endless cycle takes center stage

I am the main attraction
God's pupil, an aspiring actress
Perfection is the way I play death
And curve as they rip my wings apart
A poke in the eye already blind with agony
A bite that punctures my deflated lung
Chewing sounds and then a swallow
I hear clapping
It may appear to those watching
Everything is going according to Gods plan
But the devil wears a disguise
What's really happening
They are chewing me alive
With the promise of a pitiless and abandoned tomorrow