Blackbird (revamped):
"Their feathers dingy, their carols sharp and full of pity. How the call they bring, is a cold rotten sting. They are the blackbirds, husks of the heard. Crafted with precision, unlike those built from tradition.
With guilt on my hands, patrolling these forsaken lands. I sing my song, as the days stretch long. I am the blackbird, husk of the heard. Wings withdrawn, and undergone. Feathers dingy, and my carols full of pity. I am the blackbird, and this is my sacred song."
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