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Parody of Poe's "The Raven".

Holy ravens, fear defined; kiss my cheek, keep me in line.

Stay with me, just ourselves...until the rain is gone.

But if you are not God, then who are you?

Spinning around us, it's so hard to breathe; you've lost your senses and I'm lost in greed.

I'll keep playing these silly games. What else can I do?

I'm trapped in this. This sweetness. It's killing me.