The Unkindness of Ravens Page #2
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- 2016
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get back to you after the beep.
Angela, it's Andrew.
Look, I'm in trouble I need...
I need help!
You need to man up gorgeous.
That's what you need.
Believe me now?
Horrible things aren't they?
Half bird, half man.
Monstrous.
And so hungry.
Ravenous even.
Get it? Ravenous. Ravens.
Ravenous ravens.
I must be raven mad!
They're here!
Just take their picture.
Get it over with.
I don't want to die.
You will before
the night is out.
Hello.
- Hello?
- Hello, Angela?
Angela,
Angela... angel...
Am I your angel Andrew?
I don't understand.
Or am I one of those things?
You've been good to me.
Have I? Or have I
sent you to your death?
I don't understand.
Annihilation
breeds hopelessness...
Hopelessness breeds ripeness...
You have walked
the forked path...
now join us in the desolate
plane where we wait to feast...
The poetry is in the pain...
is in the
pain... is in the pain...
I can eat birds. I like birds.
I'll f***ing eat a bird.
Come on!
You!
You're a f***ing bird.
Come on.
I don't want it.
It's over. All right?
That's it finished.
I don't want it any more.
I can't take it any more.
Stop doing it, I don't want it.
I don't like it.
I don't want to, please leave me alone.
Leave me alone, leave me alone.
Leave me alone.
"Putrified
inside, the flesh decays
and juicy white
eyes see nothing.
Wallow in the open, weakling.
Whine where they can find you.
With claws and beaks
and hungry tongues.
Seeking your sweet syrup.
Succumb to your disease.
Fester no longer, give
yourself to the horde.
You are best served
cold and empty.
They say that they
were full then
to the brim.
But they are ready for
I wasn't hiding, I was spying.
Scouting them out, looking for
their weaknesses. Aye, sure.
But did you find any?
No.
They're even more
powerful than we thought.
Do you know what they did?
flew right out the window.
Who are they? What do they want?
They're scavengers, lost
servants of a dead God.
feeding on those doomed
to walk the forked path.
They suckle from the foul
fluids that flow invisible
from the wounds
of lost soldiers.
Lured by the stench of despair
shallow pools of life
and feast on the hopeless
meat that's left.
They taste you first, to
see if you're ripe so to speak.
We should surrender.
Get it over with.
- What? No, we...
- Chicken
Surely a coward would surrender.
when it is his time.
Well, it's not my time.
Did you like my poem?
- No, it was amateurish.
Just end it. Do it.
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