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A raven will take what isn't given,
a bird of the hells & not of the heavens,
They have that vacant cruel stare in their eyes
Stealing a mama's eggs as she helplessly cries

They have a look that is partially demon
Works as teams to sneak from pie men,
If they were to attack humanity,
they could do some serious damage.
Don't misunderstand their intelligence,
Makes up for their lack of elegance.

One will open up one of your bins,
while the other throws stuff within
The beak of one opens the handle
All your ******* scattered, the scandals.
The First Sinner
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The First Sinner  35/M/USA
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