Ravens smell weakness;
they wait for you to die,
so that they can feed on you.
This one's for my raven,
who I sometimes love
and sometimes hate.
You make me feel so many things.
You make me human.
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Ravens smell weakness;
they wait for you to die,
so that they can feed on you.
This one's for my raven,
who I sometimes love
and sometimes hate.
You make me feel so many things.
You make me human.