As if vultures they circle
Arriving in a flood
Eager for their fill
To wet their beaks in blood

Not a singe respect paid
In life or death
Picking clean a carcass
Till nothing more is left

They fight as if divine
Thier right greater still
Than any that oppose
More blood could yet be spilled

These vultures have now forgotten
They no longer see
What once they were
That family will never again be

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