The crow flies through the mist
Its black wings gliding through the grey vapor
It comes to perch on a barren tree
Clawing at the sky,
Climbing through the air
The crow watches the field of green
Bodies strewn as far as can be seen
Swords axes and broken banners,
The pollution of human greed
The sacrifice of many for the few
The crow watches

The crow flies through the mist
And simply watches

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