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Dawn.



TBC

Blinded hawks hover unaware,

Of the black ravens sitting atop the mounds of dead flesh,

Piled like the dolls of a discarded childhood,

Cold eyes reflecting a stare,

From here it can be said that it is a little unfair,

To say that I am there,

To take my pick of the sweet and oh so succulent fare,

Holding on to the bones of these ‘innocent’ births,

I swing a mighty club high in the air!

Carving a lifetime of pictures-

All for the pleasure of my deepening despair.