cause it does not matter what he believes

cause I've come for his spine

and i come for blood

to make a feast of the flesh

and i did not come for words

but only for the taste

the crunch of his bones

sweet like citrus

and prepare desser with his nerves

yes, you could say that

i will pick my teeth with your dignity

i will wash my mouth out with your pride

The End

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