The Carrion and the Vulture of Poetry (Part 1)

The news was brief so take a breath My "be aware" vision peered its head tonight Poetry died a tired lonely death And those damn poets caused the death of might The carrion of poetry lay still with blood of ink After years of neglet it finally gave in As the "poets" unite to slay the beast The "poets" unite to set it to sleep Together they committed suicide Together now turn to genocide For "poets" forgot to feed its soul Now the carrion of poetry lies down low A bird of prey sits on a perch The bird of prey from poetrys church Now cleans her head of former blood As she looks down to see the "poets" flood She sees them cry so desperatly Sobbing their ink of insecurity She perches high to see the show Of silly poets who killed their own She elongates her wings to free As they have been waiting constantly For mooments like this are natures call For moments like this bare souls to all Her claws of might clutch to the sky Grab a hold the tears of Gods cry For HE created man to see The death of themself from poetry