Poetry for Freaks!

The Time Of Eagles (by Wildflower)
	They open their mouths, to imbibe your soul. And you, left on the ground to wither and roll. They soar up, and turn in the sky. The black nights sky. And why? Because it is the Eagles time. And with the looks of evil in their eyes, they rise. And rise. Until the whites of their eyes turn green, and the sun can no longer be seen. And why? Because- it is Time.

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