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  VERSES (...OF EXTIRPATION)
 
 A darkened  re-opening at the stroke of twelve
 Grim cascades  light construct a blurry image
 The fridge-cage opens  up a putrid stiff
 Rusted tools  serve up the carnal plat du jour
 
 Heat up  stove, my banquet commence
 Amputated  delicatesse in extremis
 There is no taste, like human rosbeef, 
 
 Savouring every  that slides down the esophagus
 Feasting on  I survive reluctant and digestive
 
 Sanguine,  culinary addiction
 Just doing my part  depopulation
 
 Another day, another night to rob  morgue
 Retrieving chunks to stew what  adore
 Exhuming chunks to flavour the 
 I'm the grand chef brewing a new brand of 
 
 Feasting in  I survive, reluctant and digestive
  relatives, I shove down my throat
 Feeding of hate, preying on man, cannibalism  a cause
 
 Little lumps of meat - adoring the flesh I 
 The dead  longer alone - In my belly to serve a better cause