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Miscreants, Malfaisants.

Man made monsters.

Gather around, not for the breaking of bread.

but of hearts and bones

to be eaten, essence absorbed

then expelled as other.

So as it was shit,

shall it be dung.

Bring confidence back to my dreams,

joyfullness of abundance

overflowing now but a myth.

Bring confidence back to my dream,

wisdom of time, must our minds age

as poorly as these bodies?

Broken, beaten, and bruised.

Pulled apart. Mulled

and meditated over.

Fetished relic of some hung,

defeated man.

So let's hear the cheers,

for the death of the future

and the razing of flesh.

Worms! Deep in the heart of the beast:

Come! Sit at my left hand and feast!