Fall From Grace

One bird. Two. In the sky they fly.

One bird. Two. In the air they flew.

One bird. Where's two?

One bird. Two fell from the countless stones you threw.

Live bird. Dead. Your stone hit it's head.

One bird. You.

No bird. No you. Henceforth world is red.

Live bird. Dead. You reared your head.

No bird. You. Who killed its friend but you?

One bird. Two. Now joined by three.

Three birds. Four. They come knocking at the door.

Four birds. Three. This is how it has to be.

Three birds. Two. They leave quietly as they coo.

One bird. No you. You should have left and ran from bird and crew.

Red bird. You. Death of two you now rue.

Bird. Dead you. That was the last chance you blew.