recognition

I'm the last and I'm the least:
- recognition of the beast.

West lied where I had seen East:
nothing left inside, but beast.

Come to bloody-bloody feast:
try the body of the beast.
Tastes so salty
tastes so bad:
my soul nothing, but the mud.

Sing the praises to this meal:
go and get your place with me.

09.12.15


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