Fresh Meat

Six foot six and six hundred sixty six pounds
He swings a massive blade to the chopping block down
Grunting and growling as he cleaves the meat
Crunching through bone not leaving it neat
Blood stains the walls been splattered galore
Still can't amount to the pools on the floor
His cloven hooves trudge through the puddles
Toward the next victim people scream and struggle
Like deer they are skinned peeled and still conscious
Torn from the scalp down to the haunches
Rolled in salt to flavor the savagery
Then thrown on a hook to savor the agony
Slow dying eyes helplessly watch
As the demonic butcher readies the pot
Licking his lips with a blistered forked tongue
He chewes on the skin from a body been hung
Slurping down the last bit of a face
He reaches for the hilt of a scab covered blade
Above head and horn the swing comes down
Dismembers the body with a thumping sound
Tearing through the abdomen reaching inside
Gutted like a fish the body now dies
The entrails are then hand selected
Then fed to the next to be dissected
And boiled for a month until the bones are the softest
Then fed to the monsters who hide in your closets