8:56 a.m. - Sun enters 18� Aries, Anno IVxvii
Burn
The raven's wings burn in the swirling force of the swastika. If she were a phoenix I'd be sure she'd come back but I nailed this little black bird on a cross and have set it on fire. The traitor and deceiver, we all pay for our sins...I've paid mine. None were such that they defied all mankind, or any sort of god. Though my soul be no such as snow, hers is as black as tar.

Little black bird on a cross, I light the flame, and watch you burn.