What if hearing the cries of the dying,
And toying with their flesh
The dark and defying
Evil
The gore and the color
Spectrum of reds and black
Just so hungry and in need
Such starvation becomes you
Don't you know it's your genesis
You birthed from the womb of a mother
Reborn through the pile of carcass you were expected to become.
You are forever.
Or as
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