A song for you salivary souls
O feastly creature,
You pitiful pit,
Famished and fiending,
Due soon to submit
Withered and wanting,
You wane from existence,
With naught but a thought,
For saving subsistence
You writhe and you wrench,
All pent on the floor,
You heave then you clench,
Your cavernous core
Privation it seems,
To have taken its toll,
Deprived of your means,
You’ve digested your soul!
Now gizzardly ghost,
With a grisly abdominal,
A geist all agape,
Aghast and abominable
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