Black Crows

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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