Seek them out, swiftly
go and sic
Find them until none
of them speak
For your presence
make them weak
A dark crow that is
as fast as a streak
You’re silent as a
feather as you sneak
Cast them out and
turn them meek
Peck their hearts out
with your beak
Slay them until their
flesh rot and reek
For they are guilty
for calling us a freak
Before they know that
this is not a trick
Under the burning sun
they shall shriek
And taste the pain of
what they inflict
So be warned whom you
dare to pick
For I will send you
to hell not to peek
But to be eaten until
nil is left to lick
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