The Crows

Shimmering beeks clenching shining filth. The crimson-coal feathers' blackened pearls doth wonder in the abyss. The earth trembles at the reason why they gather dirt. Coping by means of squawking the whole flock into a spiraling oblivion, Each of The Crows stand alone. -Undead angels picking at the lost Hopes of mankind.-

CuldeSac

What are words without understanding and what is understanding without sense?

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