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This

Is

Our

Feast

We eventually fall to the saw

Above those who we call

Praise forth the one and only

Law of the jigsaw

I gorge on remnants of his

So-called testaments

I am his own revenant that

Eats against his own judgment

I am nothing but swine

I feed on your blood

That toes the twine

That revels in the mud

A pig of sin

Devours all within

Feast of entrails

A feast of entrails

I am his untitled boar

No semblance of humanity anymore

I slit open your carcass

And feast on your entrails