I open the door
Where the old farts wait to die
As I begin my ritual of gore
They gasp as I explore

The others watch as I
Tear up the decrepit flesh
His butchering was no fight
With scalpal, fork, and knife

picking apart their brains
bifocals smashed to dust
he shit his Depends as I
Tore up his shitty guts

They scream, I claw
apart their decrepit skin
Blood spilt, bones snapped
I'll eat them from within

Gorging, I feast
Can't sate my appetite
Feeding the beast
Old shits will die tonight!

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