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 SANGUINE VERSES (...OF 
 
 A  room re-opening at the stroke of twelve
 Grim cascades of  construct a blurry image
 The fridge-cage opens serving up a putrid 
 Rusted tools will serve up the carnal plat du 
 
  up the stove, my banquet commence
 Amputated limbs,  in extremis
  is no taste, like human rosbeef, haute-cuisine
 
  every chunk that slides down the esophagus
  on man I survive reluctant and digestive
 
 Sanguine,  culinary addiction
  doing my part in depopulation
 
 Another day, another night to rob  morgue
 Retrieving chunks to  what I adore
  chunks to flavour the casserole
 I'm the grand chef brewing  new brand of food
 
 Feasting in man I survive, reluctant  digestive
 Your relatives, I shove  my throat
 Feeding of hate, preying on man,  with a cause
 
 Little lumps of meat -  the flesh I eat
  dead no longer alone - In my belly to serve a better cause