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I can slay all creatures and wear their features as sign of my humanity.

I can howl while bathing in their blood to show that I am surely stronger.

I can only rest when I have conquered those who function just beneath me.

And when the maggots claim me as their vessel, I'll applaud them for their valor.

Is it only after consuming flesh that I can bring myself to laughter?

Or should I explore the void between my hunger and its outcome?

Once I can determine nothing keeps me from my feast, I'll have transformed.