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Cannibal Manners

I smell your fear
I see the fire
I smell the smoke
I see you writhe

Your skin is melting
Your hair is burning
The water boils
It's slowly churning

I grab a ladle
And taste the stew
It tastes great
That's nothing new...

It's kind of cool
Your eyes are bleeding
To watch you die
My heart is beating
Written by Satyr
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