| Contined to a lightless cell, locked in solitaire
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| Denied food and water, a cruel form of punishment
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| Expecting me to die, I am never to be fed
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| In thirty days the jailers surprised when I’m not dead
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| I feed upon myself, my body is my repast
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| In gluttony I carouse in my corporeal cuisine
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| Taking in nourishment, literally from head to toe
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| Aside from the hair and pain the mainn course is great
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| Appendages devoured and chewed to stubs
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| The trunk of my gnawed body projecting nubs
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| My own flesh and pith taste delectable
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| As my hunger is satisfied by consuming myself
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| As the days roll on I ration on fodder
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| Nibbling slowly upon my shoulders and arms
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| I have to force myself to self-cannibalize
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| On my meaty parts I gormandize
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| Swallowing lumps of my personal provisions
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| Life prolonged by gorging on my bodily grub
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| What is to be the bill-of-fair tonight?
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| Will it be my left leg or my right?
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| When the captors finally open my sealed cage
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| An astonishing, appalling sight they find
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| Their prisoner disarticulated and terrible gnashed
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| Belly bloated with dissevered bites eaten of my mass
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| My nipples bitten off and ground between my teeth
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| Now I prepare to dine upon my bloody, severed tongue
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| Unable to eat belching erupts from my bloody chops |