| Cannibalistic cravings I enjoy dining
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| Upon the flesh to the living or deceased
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| I drool at the throught of soft fleshy organs
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| Prepared or raw to become my feast
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| I consume innards, chase them down with blood
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| Swallowing mouthfuls of the nauseating swill
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| Sauteed lungs, barbecued stomachs
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| Cooked and raw organs
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| I’ll eat my fill
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| Gobbling guts intestinal fortitude
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| Gobbling guts dine upon organs
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| Gobbling guts disembowel the abdomen
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| Gobbling guts eat the fetal embryo
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| Gobbling guts baptized in the pancreas
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| Gobbling guts shower in excrement
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| On the stiffs I dish out the entrails
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| And prepare to enjoy a delicious corpse feast
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| To be uncouth is usually accepted
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| I chew the bones clean like a beast
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| Intestines I find are hard to chew through
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| A tug of war as I pull, stretch, and gnaw
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| Digestive juices somewhat scald my palate
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| Blood, gore, viscera, salivate down my maw
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| Now I gobble your purulent f**king guts
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| Fresh warm eyeballs are a delicacy
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| I pluck them out, and then hastily chomp
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| Sally to the taste, but sometimes sour
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| I cause them to burst with a stomp
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| Undissected abdomens are cornucopia
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| Sickly munching on a cadaveric platter
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| My macabre appetite makes meals from men
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| Gobbling deceased organs and splatter |