Out of Ashes...Phoenix or Crow?
From the Ashes flap the taloned....
intentions pure? Inventions tension...
From Flame to Blackoned, a hope for rebirth...
The caw of the Crow was all that was heard...
To scream out, "blasphemy" one eye doth behold...
Maniacle screams, ones reactions are cold....
For the feathers of beauty and spirited splendor...
were black as the pitch, that gave ground to canker....
The Phoenix... a lie for the wastes are reward...
for birth out of death makes whores out of whores.
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