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The crow on top of the hill has a frightening beak. Out of it comes all of my fear. It does not sound like a bird, but says words like a robot. It tells me that I won't make it to the top.
In the Passion of the Christ, the crow that lands on top of Jesus' cross scares me. No, it lands on the crosses of the two thieves. No, just the one thief. The one that blasphemes. Anyways, that visual has always freaked me out. The crow eats his eyes.
The clasp that tightly closed the guitar case my grandpa used to carry around. He tried to give it to me for a while. I liked the pretty birds on it, but was too lazy to really learn how to play. Regret that.