| Defiled is the fodder for slaves
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| They have been chosen by the
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| Superior counterparts for sustenance
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| The world has been cruel to this race of people
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| Existing to give their only possession — life
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| The fight was over long ago
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| For the weak life is predictable
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| Short, and full of pain
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| External stomachs are designed to
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| Devour the frail shells of the nameless
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| Their flesh is regurgitated into the beast
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| That turn the cogs for the masters
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| The slugs come in clusters
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| Tethered together by veins and sinue
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| They are led by the beasts
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| Gargled screams and spurts of
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| Digestive acid begins the process
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| As the feeding frenzy commences
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| The stomach slugs attach to the body
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| Melting skin, hair, teeth and bone
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| Those chosen first are liquefied
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| A flow of blood and plasma
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| Runs into the 20th century
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| Sewers — now a feeding conduit. |
| Encapsulated
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| In a giant food processor — nothing is wasted
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| The chains will be clean and
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| Ready for the next harvest |