Autopsy - Meat


Let Us Feast 

The smell of cooked flesh 
Last scent of sweet death 
Peeled from the bone of the kill 

I sink my teeth in 
I tear the steaming flesh 
The blood runs down my throat 
Desecrating what was once alive 

The resistance you put up 
Was feeble to say the least 
I only wanted your sweet meat 
You struggled for your life 
You were worthless and weak

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