.oh you thin, insipid, lullabies that complain / of compliant*
do we not see the ripping flesh of countless pretty creatures?
and they become the food of my grotesque lust
all bodies require food, it's there right
defiled
defiled
defiled are they
those who remain on the surfa.
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