My Lovely Crows

Crow *speak* for crows *speak*

Bodies! Lay mangled on the *street*.

And they yell, "I hope his blood is clean!"

Yet still crows bathe in that dark...red...*stream*.

Their darkness forbids what life did hold,

Caressing evil upon the *soul*

And six is tripled to express this...dread.

For Satan! Has left millions dead.