Crow, cried out,
\nyears of fear.
\nWalking the walls,
\neyeing the land.
\nDead lamb, dead lamb.<\/p>\n
Superior attitude,
\nshrugs, the wind.
\nWhistles the frost.
\nCalls to the sun.
\nBlack eye in the rain.
\n\u00a0
\nLook down, skyblown.
\nSurvey teritory.
\nAll is nothing.
\nWe need nothing,
\nwe own it all.<\/p>\n
Pillory me as ever,
\nfor wanting,
\nnot wanting.
\nFor being,
\nhere eternal.
\nDead lamb, dead lamb.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
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