Unique why do you shake, breathe deeply and not speak?
Did what to you? Where? What did they seek?
A little black ball of feathers turns red like the mist surrounding danger!
How dare he! How dare they!
Now you’re crying, and they’re lying, he’s lying to be precise. I will cut him; I will pierce him, I will chop him up and make meaty ice!
There’s no ‘K’ in Crow.
Fuck his title!
Fuck his life; K will breathe no more.
It makes me angry!
I will get revenge.
For you, Unique, vengeance will lead to a glorious end.
For three whole days, Crow flew, and he flew. He located the ‘K’ and extracted a bloody dew. Drop by drop he drank and her cursed. ‘Bad behaviour around Unique, blesses the cunt with a curse. Apologies K, I’m King Crow. I’ll start with your left eye and then tear your baby toes.’
He did as he spoke.
He drank, and he cackled.
He pecked, and he poked into holes he created.
He hopped onto the big toe and inscribed Crow deep within the ankle.
K pleaded and pleaded as his life slipped away. Unbalance Unique and Crow will ensure you pay.