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 Feast For Greats


Sweet smell of soil.
Flesh of decaying flesh
on the boil.

Fancy staying for dinner
we got a special menu
of a dead man inners.

Green gravy and scruptious,
amma tell Uncle Harry to add
some cum,
to our now roasted corpse.

Perfection.
Delectable reservation.
We munch on,
into the night in
celebration.

May it be goey,
maggots as hor dourves.
Just try not to eat all,
leave some for the others.

We gonna have some fun
care to join in the festivities?
I would like some bleeding meat,
riddle with terror.
A mouth gaping open,
eyes widen by the horror.

Invite only my love,
I do not fancy intruders.
Lest they be crispy and fried,
So come on down, sweetheart,
meat me at Midnight.


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Written by PsychicApocalypse (Darker Half)
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