The pigeons will come
A message tied to their leg
You have to decide
All the crows will fly
Spread their wings turn day to night
The warning is clear
On your way to hell
The raven will be preaching
This will not save you
White doves will appear
Spread their wings gather you up
Your last salvation
12/31/10 jrg
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