There are the whispers that call the crows and these crows are numbered three. They are named Gullibility, Doubt and Misery
If ever a time you lose your strength or become lost amongst the pain, then these three crows will ensure you never find your way
Gullibility you see, with eyes as black as mud, has razor claws always red for he always draws first blood
Doubt is quite plain but with ruffled feathers greyed. Not so much the specialist, but is best amongst the plague
And finally swoops Misery, bloodied beak on black. The final move in a worn out soul, Death's merciful attack
Feb 8, 2018
Feb 8, 2018 at 4:20 AM UTC
There are the whispers that call the crows and these crows are numbered three. They are named Gullibility, Doubt and Misery
If ever a time you lose your strength or become lost amongst the pain, then these three crows will ensure you never find your way
Gullibility you see, with eyes as black as mud, has razor claws always red for he always draws first blood
Doubt is quite plain but with ruffled feathers greyed. Not so much the specialist, but is best amongst the plague
And finally swoops Misery, bloodied beak on black. The final move in a worn out soul, Death's merciful attack
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