Of all deeds
The raven likes to feast
Not on body or soul
But of in trouble minds
Nothing is sweeter then an egg
Turn upside down
Lost control
feel your dream are dying
Reason of insanity
Being a curl dark beast
Need a clergyman
For syrupy
Or severely
Past sin
You are a delight for the raven
A tasty treat
Poet loon diving
Deep in to creativity
Depriving personal activity
Better to go under
Then become scraps
And lose, your wonder
Imagination your vocation
Great
For the unsatisfied raven
Trouble on your mind
Don't worry
If you go mad
Only a tiny second
Of sorrow
Easy picking
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