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Vultures

Posted by Josh on July 26, 2008

Death is thick in scent
Buzzards overhead
Vultures’ have their necks bent
Eating Everything
That has passed away
I have a Halo of circling birds
I rot away
Not caring of my live
Death is in the air
Buzzard swoops down
Death is in the air
Vulture feast
Death is in the air
I deteriorate
Death is in the air
I contemplate
Death is in the air
I complicate
Death is in the air
I am gone
Death is in the air
Buzzard flies away
Death is in the air
Vulture leaves
Death is in the air
My soul belongs to them

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