I saw a ****** of Crows,
ripping off the shining gold of a person.
It has no guilt,
only the shameless beak chants and
denounces
its preys.
Its lense captures no innocence,
doesn't care about the actual right and wrong.
Revelation only matters its joy.

It never uses a weapon,
but it does stab a person on the back
silently leaving no trace.

So, if you see a ****** of crows,
Run away
before it takes away your Everything