And by Our Own Hand Did every last Bird Lie Silent in their Puddles, the Air Barren of Song as the Clouds Dirfted Away. For Killing their Greatest Enemy, the Locusts Noisily Thanked Us and Turned their Jaws Towards Our Crops, Swallowing Our Greed Whole
by Red Sparowes
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Every Red Heart Shines toward the Red Sun |
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