And By Our Own Hand Did Every Last Bird Lie Silent In Their Puddles, The Air Barren Of Songs As The Clouds Drifted Away. For Killing Their Greatest Enemy, The Locusts Noisily Thanked Us And Turned Their Jaws Toward Our Crops, Swallowing Our Greed Whole.
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