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Carrion WingsI worship the flesh
that decays below me,
ripening to perfection.
I praise the sun blessing my wings
and the drafts that support this effortless round,
this waiting, this prayer.
When the feast is ready,
I descend to feed.
Each beakful of meat unmakes what is,
releasing energy for what shall be.
With my humble plumage and bowed, bald head,
I could be a friar, carrying out the very last rites.
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Lilyas has dedicated herself to making our community a brighter place with her vibrant artwork and infectious enthusiasm for interacting with others in our community. It has certainly paid off, as many deviants flock to her page on a daily basis to let her know how much of an inspiration she is. We absolutely agree, and couldn't let all that hard work go without recognition, so it's with great pride that we bestow the Deviousness Award for March 2014, to ... Read More