A minor spell created past when an awesome
raging birds flew the sky and filled with an anthem
as the blindly rain drenched them knew no point,
thou a birds their wings waxed and fall not,destined to horizon for the reason they know not,
sliced the air shrinking it to the throat,
Emphasizing: ” we are the general, the
marshal, the righted, the justice”
chasing into the scarlet, in the birds
they were howling in the silence
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