Those Who Fly

April 19, 2012
The dark raven flys on high,
as the reaper harvests his souls.
The eagle soars on through the sky,
watching man strive for hopless goals.

All is seen by those who fly,
above the bleeding ground.
Yet for those who raise sorrowed cries,
they will not heed the sound.

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