.Hide my face, my geatures of pain
Is there any point of having a name
I stare in front, I see only red
As I lay here upon my death bed
Cut, gut, beaten, eaten
The cannibals feast upon my innards
Using bark to eat their dinner>
Moist muscle, inner bile
Handful.
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