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The dark crow man and stares
Into the oblivion, cold, into nothingness
It's snowing in his
He's created in his own image

Lust held for him means
A knock on the door brings no smile to his lips
The in a woman's eyes holds nothing for him
Alone on his haunches the hair raises on the of his neck

His dead eyes pierce the
As his gaze falls down on the city it him
The ascertained, conviction
He knows what to do and moves to the deed