Hide my face, my geatures of pain
Is there any point of having a name
I stare in front, I see only red
As I lay here upon my death bed

Cut, gut, beaten, eaten

The cannibals feast upon my innards
Using bark to eat their dinner
Moist muscle, inner bile
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Handfuls of viscera
Being eaten in piles

Eaten
Cut, gut, beaten, eaten

A half eaten carcass
soaked in blood
Rotting in the heat, and mud
Cavity wounds, Gaping holes
I'm left disregarded by
these cannibal trolls

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