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I crave, some fermented mush

Normal food, won't give me a rush

Body parts, all prepped and ready

Eyes staring, makes me unsteady

Turn my blender on, blood everywhere

Bones crushed to a sweet white powder

Spinning blades of titanium

Juices flowing from the cranium

Mangled bones, endless grinding

Flesh and bone stays in here brining

Rotted corpse in twisted fate

Secret ingredient is hate

Juice is flowing from the cranium

Body crushed

Self Disgust

Body in my

Human Blender

This smell, makes me fucking wretch

Lid closed, must preserve its stench

Bubbling, festering steaming stew

I cannot, wait to taste this brew

I drink this putrid slime, it's running down my throat

Bits start crawling out, reaching for my coat

Smells like a rotted cunt, it's burning out my nose

Head back, pinching nose, slowly out it flows

Tastes exceptional, perfect meal for me

I need to save the rest, many mouths to feed

Three people died for this, true authentic soul food