Morning descends like an eagle
With its blood talons raised
Screaming, then hoisting me along

Writhing in its iron clasp
Sailing high above mercy
Taken, by the sharp eyes of fate

A new ground emerges
Where I’ll await to be skewered
Then torn to bare bones
To the satisfied cries of beasts

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