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Dismantling creation, devouring through disease,

With blood-soaked hands, the hunger’s never eased.

Echoes of the fallen in the shadows creep,

A banquet of the damned, where the lost souls weep.

Fingers grasp at flesh, a feast of desperation,

In the darkened alleys, the twisted salvation.

Silent screams and whispers fill the air with dread,

Humanity eroded, left for the dead.

Atrocities through cannibalistic famine,

Ravenous horror, a primal urge of death

Sins of the wicked etched deep in the bone,

A tapestry of agony, the hunger’s our throne.

Embers of hope extinguished, in the cauldron of despair,

The feast of the accursed, a banquet laid bare.

Every bite a reminder of what was once whole,

The twisted reflection of a shattered soul.

Satiated silence, the echoes of the prey,

In this hellish limbo, the darkness holds sway.