Raising Crows by NetaQ

An open field buffet, To pillage and conquer Dipping and soaring Our wings blanketed Days into nights. We laughed and cry, Scraven for the succulent beholden to the charity of the Walking ones, who scurried To their hollowed out Caverns before lights out. No death do we bring Or destruction on a string. They sow...

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