That Got On A Grotesque Tangent ;)

Warm calming

Storm alarming

Form collapsing

Born Starving

For having

Door carvings

Tree trunk

Core created

Flee the punk

Whos love is hated

Black stone slated

Accumulating must

The bone fated

Cut to dust 

Death you saw,

With eyes serrated,

Blinked gone

Cooked and plated

Served to god

On the same table

The devil paws

And was able

To hook your raw,

Vulnerable soul 

With clicking claws

Escaping in a scurry

Salivia frothing syrupy

Trailing it back to where

It eats you without hurry.



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