CROWS EATING EYEBALLS

I feel both
I feel the knowledge
I know of right and wrong
Even before I went to college

I have sung of both
Sometimes in just one song
It’s of the short of it
And way beyond what we know long

There’s no getting around it
No escape will there be found
From the knowledge of good and evil
Like the dust of the ground

It’s in the air
Within in our very breath
It carries forth the stench
Of everlasting death

There is however
A capitol Good
For botched untested innocence
He got nailed to some wood

So there’s your Good news
Delivered fresh today
Your part is but confess
Accept as you pray

He gives Good for the wrong
He gave all for the right
For you He went in darkness
So you’d escape the night

So the both is still out there
What you got inside?
Crows eating eyeballs
Or Good Life now inside