Instead of calling them a wake of buzzards,
I'm calling them an ego of buzzards
because they're not cuddly and seem pretty cocky.
We share the same god and the same Son Share a yearning to love and be loved But when egos collide the innocent will die and buzzards will be dining on dove
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