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we must convince the lorikeets to spit the seed of lyrebird
their imitation mislead all that are susceptible
the worms arise only after great floods
we must worn the flightless before endless rain
resurfacing supply will appease the cawcaw's longing hunger
an empty husk, desperate for sustenance
but alas, nothing is possible without the stormbirds
residing deep within the rainforest, a missionary must be sent
with the diverse nature of this operation, reluctancy is expected
all must be convinced to cooperate on big birds terms
the wandering lyrebird, deceptive in nature, cares only for coin
it seeks to control all but its own, planting rotten seeds wherever it flys
they copy our call and lead us to demise
they imitate us and call on us to open up to the crows
the crows, loud and belligerent, destroy all if left unchecked
unable to create, they leech off those who can
a slow and inaccurate, but unstoppable weapon
disguised as a helpless victim, they undermine their savoirs
the lorikeets, a receptacle that takes in all it is told, does not question the lyrebirds intention
they spread a disease not of their own making, that they believe to be righteous
