In bereft lands, the raven flies! Birth: Peep! Peep! We call, you and I look up to see: resplendent glory, the raven. We open our mouths to partake in the Ravens fruit. The raven, the raven, and the raven satisfies: strong flowing deep currents, of desire. But we bite the hand, the meal is insubstantial. We punish the raven. But she knows it not. H h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h h.