.(Crows, wipe the blood off the end of your claws.
Said the vulture
Lets gather like storms for the war.
Crows, as the night turns it's skin into coal,
Dark as corpses but cluttered with gold.
They will label you thieves, wolves, and whores
But you are nothing less than angels.
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