A Caw Rises from My Guts

Like a raven seeking dead prey
My craving for flesh is boundless
My long-awaited due under rotting skin
Smelling the stench of carrion
Hoping all these insane walkers
Meet howling death at every turn
All these pieces of fresh meat
Can belong to me for eternity
Through my eyes the seer pierces
Like a never-ending blade, he smashes
I am the eyes of the chosen
The source of all your fear
No one can hide against the mighty
No one can protect against my hunger
My eyes are not my own
My beak is consecrated to rotten flesh
My being belongs to seers and carrion
This is a caw rising from my guts