Caw, black sentinel.
Strut your promenade,
Belt your raw warnings,
Darkened plumes displayed.
Walk upon your feet,
Flightless wings spread wide.
Spend your day on dirt,
Not in crystal sky.
Oh ageless omen!
Harbinger of hell.
Feast on death and filth,
With maggots in your swell.
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