Leaching Life

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So it goes

The eagle flies

Through the throes

Amongst the skies

To hear the woes

Of bitter crows

Leaching life

Like sticks and bows

Fire Arrows

Studying my song

Oh

Stealing my lyric

Woes

Robbing my prose

No

No more

Next time I see

That throw of crows

I’ll use my talon to knife

And watch them sink

As low as it goes

Leave them to bleed

So every crow knows

I’m not the Eagle

To sing your woes