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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

Lead D.C

The resistance you put up
Was feeble to say the least
I only wanted your sweet meat

AUTOPSY

Meat / AUTOPSY

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