Murder: 1. unlawful killing of a human being intentionally
2. a group of crows
The men trekked through the thick bushes into the clearing, laying their backpacks upon the ground, keeping all senses alert for any poachers that commonly haunted the area.
Fools. After the massacre, you dare to show your filthy faces? We have been waiting. A long time.
“Did you hear? Mrs. Pennyson just got a new coat. Again. Made of dove feathers. Pure white feathers.”
“As long as a market exists for them despicable people and their despicable deeds, no rule in the world will stop them. We don’t have the clout to stop this murder.”
What do they know, of despicable acts and deeds? Men are all evil, and they all do evil acts. But today will be different. Today the only murder will be yours.
“Look at them go!”
“Indeed, the most beautiful sight in the world is when birds of a feather flock together.”
Punish one, and we send a message to the rest. Then we punish them all.
“I’ve never seen so many at a time!”
“God bless us. They are flying so thickly I can’t believe it. Darn it where’s the camera…”
Strike hard, and strike fast. These fools carry no tools.
“Who blocked out the sun?”
The birds descended.
The beating of black wings and merciless caws drowned out the screams as crimson spatters flashed past the sable, cruel eyes.
And the birds shall inherit the earth