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"Carrion"
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My Work Vulture's thirst,
rapier vision.
Grace reversed,
inquisition.
Stoic mass,
contemplating.
Upper class,
salivating.
Lumbering
interruption.
Numbering
deconstruction.
Poisoned weather,
breath is tiring.
Clung together,
mute inquiring.
In formation,
hunger blinds.
Sweet oblation,
blood is wine.
Helpless screams,
rendered faint.
Crimson dreams,
splattered paint.
Jealous treasure,
wounded beast.
Sate your pleasure,
in the feast.
We won't pardon,
those who transgress,
God's special wardens,
when they won't confess.
So can we the guilty,
in His Court today,
deny we're as filthy,
as dark birds of prey?
