Flock of Crows

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“Free me”, she screams in his face.
“No more.
No more a moore.
I am a river.
I flow.
I live and give

Life.
Not a decaying swamp for men to explore.
But a passion.
Like champagne.
Like a flock of crows.”

Beyond.
She leaves him.
Leaves!
Foliage
Fall, autumn.
Love was lost.
Was never there.
She is free.
Like a rhythm box.

No man deserves a woman´s love.
No man has been that cruel.

A life saved.
Freedom.
Strong.
Like a flock of crows.
They fly away so easily.
They are free,
never are we.
Never have been,
never will be.

A flock of crows,
She was everything.
Now she´s nothing.
Soon will I too,
become the victim of…

Myself and
A flock of crows.

Evil spawned.
Primeval
Prime Evil.
She needed to be free.
Love lost, remember?

Freedom
Bye, bye.
Fly, fly.

Silence and
A flock of crows.

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