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Crows mock him, dead in the corn.

Eyes drip rust, a face forlorn.

Forgotten idol, left to mourn.

Born of straw, betrayed and torn.

Magick rite, ceremonial flame,

To curse him a soul and damn him a name.

A grim cackle as lightning strikes.

His button eyes open - I've gifted him life.

Flesh and burlap, thread and bone.

Wicked seed forever sown.

Hands of straw reach from below.

Whispered breath - the fields all know.

Forbidden love, the farmer's law.

We drift away, beyond the field's maw.

Crows caw as I withdraw.

Fellatio complete - my mouth full of straw.