In bereft land, the Raven flies. Birth: Peep! Peep! We call. You and I look up to see: Resplendent Glory, the Raven. We open our mouths to partake of The Raven’s Fruit. (The Raven. The Raven.) And the Raven satisfies: strong flowing, deep currents... ...of Desire. But we bite the hand. The meal is insubstantial. We punish the Raven, but She knows it not.

CHAIN CHAIN CHAIN C̶H̸A̵I̴N̸ ̷C̸H̴A̵I̸N̵ ̸C̸H̷A̸I̵N̸ Ć̴̰H̵̝͝A̷͇͂I̶̘̾N̸̘͒ ̵͖͝C̴̟̚H̷͎̏A̶̠͋Ĭ̶ͅǸ̴̯ ̸̗̐C̶͙͒H̷͉̾A̴̹̿Ȋ̵̯Ǹ̵͎ C̶͊͝H̶̥̔A̸̹͌İ̸̐N̶̤̽ ̴̝̀C̷̓̒Ĥ̵̿A̸͊͒Í̶̊N̷̑͘ ̷̙͠C̶̈̆H̷͗͝A̴͛͑Ī̷̕N̸̎̇

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