Mr. Crow

A somewhat bleak posting for such an American celebratory day.

So let me digress and run with it. 
The head crow has not drained the swamp, and continues to throw any positive humanity into the water in the hopes he can drown the remains of good people who he desires to subterfuge. All for the advancement of his ego, the other elites and establishing a legacy of what may turn into worldwide nightmares.

   “Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!—
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
    Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted—
    On this home by Horror haunted—tell me truly, I implore—
Is there—is there balm in Gilead?—tell me—tell me, I implore!”
            Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.” 

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