I, the Raven, the crow, The soul of the wind. Sign of the air. What is it you see? I myself, The breeze. Life's toll in the end. Darkness without a care. Lost in pages now on a shelf. I watch as demons stare.
How wise one of the waters deep. Could you understand the sky. You under the waves. Yet the breeze moves your waters. The breeze pulls at the land. Hear the cry, A slave to the earth. Bound by her hand.
Freedom in my breeze to the birds who fly. I am of the air. yet I understand the land. Which I pass over everyday. My winds stir the waters I know the waters well. By my hand distruction. Another hell.
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