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Filet the stomach, peel back the flesh

The insides still warm, a meal that's fresh

Dig through the organs to find its home

Remove the orphan, fragmented genome

Seared flesh and rare inside

Salted to taste post feticide

Delectable prospective succumbs to cessation

The unborn grub becomes my collation

Carve the intestines and soak in the broth

A meal to feast of this incipient corpse

Satisfaction obtained, my hunger fulfilled

Admire my art, a freshly made kill

Filet the stomach, peel back the flesh

The insides still warm, a meal that's fresh

Dig through the organs to find its home

Remove the orphan, fragmented genome