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crows fly into a field

a battlefield

drenched in blood

red and blue death

none is spared

except one

only one

she sits in the midst

drench in sweat

and blood

they had come

but none left

power they sought

power she had

tears

tears of wives

and mothers

over husbands

and sons

lost

power

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