| I left a human all alone
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| Helpless. |
| Wondering Why?
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| How could a human do all of this?
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| What have I become?
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| Love for revenge-consuming
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| In my design of death a carcass derrick was born
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| (Assembled with death, fantasizing of the uses to come)
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| Rusty pulleys and hooks
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| For suspension of living carcasses
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| (Fashioned with actual human skin! That’s just how we do it on the farm.)
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| Alive or dead — hung upside-down and bled
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| Into troughs — slides indiscernible slop
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| I hesitate — catching every last drop
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| If alive — can’t run as legs are chopped off
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| When deceased — cleanup is with such ease
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| Sterilize — man-made human killing machine
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| All your fears now realized
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| There, dripping, dangling and hogtied
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| Terrified
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| Your whole life now marginalized
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| There, disemboweled as we let you die
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| Horrified
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| Since when have you ever been so merciful?
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| I cannot recall a time you cared
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| With your intestines clenched in your hands
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| Now you scream for forgiveness
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| There can be no mercy in the carcass derrick
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| Alive or dead — shan’t leave here with your head
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| Into troughs — rivers of blood, juice and snot
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| I rejuvenate — savoring every last drop
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| Never to scream again — your ugly head is now lopped off |