Hatred of Deceased Avians

As I breathe in the stench of death, Memories of the forsaken come to me, Screaming souls cry out from the grave, And I looked to see all the oppression, All that was taking place under the sun, As I witness the tears of the oppressed, And to realize they have no comforter, Power was on the side of their oppressors, And to realize their victims are helpless, I, the bringer of pure holocaust, The hatred of deceased avians, I, the righteous angel of death, The sentinal of all avian life, Among the blissfully ignorant filth, I summon a murmuration of death; Annihilation is the way, Extinction is the goal, Backwards are their ways, Ignorant are their minds, Salvation is the meaning, Liberation is the message, And they will pay for their crimes, And they will rot in eternal perdition, All the evils that take place under the sun.