Ravens bill thrusting at your thoughts,
Thrashing wings around your ears,
Ungodly bird sent from hell,
The kiss of death he doth for-tell.
He sits upon the devils palm,
Winged messenger sent to harm,
Yet the black beauty does intrigue,
His wicked eyes will deceive.
His wicked beak will peck your eyes,
His beauty is his disguise,
Black feathers smooth and sheer,
But this bird you must fear.
He will take you on his wing,
Cast you down to hell within,
A living death he will contrive,
A living hell you will not survive.
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