A whispered scream ferocious A twisted dream atrocious Born of hate and ire Sickly beast of the mire To kill them all; my purpose Their bodies stowed beneath the surface Their agony my sustenance Unto them I pass my penance
I cannot stop I need to spill Enough blood to get my fill They cry for help and I gag them They scream for hell and I save them From the first cut I savor The more they hurt the better flavor Carrion is all the same For I must eat to stay sane
Death The one true faith Hate Fuel to my craft
Blood For the master Pain My only desire
“Stop!” They beg me Rot Worthless meat
Ravaged flesh Ubiquitous gore my art Force-fed death Unbearably sweet yet tart Gifted hands Capable of everything Shivs and brands Obsolete little things Foe or kin Undistinguished how not who Split the skin Separate and fuck the wounds
I cannot stop I need to spill Enough blood to get my fill They cry for help and I gag them They scream for hell and I save them From the first cut I savor The more they hurt the better flavor Carrion is all the same for I must eat to stay sane
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