Birds of Corrupt Faith

Lungs foundered
Crest wet, covers me eyes and touches the beak
Each day a feather they pluck
You can only fly so much
Nests burn, the soot decays my eyes
tears flow, faith, not so much left
Fueled into flames
It all burns the trees
crows screaming all over the sky
birds drop their eggs
The scramble all over the ground rots
The smell holds one down
The water rots my lungs
The sky slowly crushed your heads