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Frankenstein omelette
A collection snatched from warm nests,
a goblin's rob for vanity,
but what to do with the children,
they sit inside, await their fate.
Under my breath I whisper,
this isn't going to hurt,
pin prick both ends and blow.
Blood, bone, sinew and flesh
splatter my silver plate.
A dozen breeds in total, heavy
in my murderous hands,
laid soft, boxed on cotton wool
they would find me that night,
staggered steps with wings outstretched.
a goblin's rob for vanity,
but what to do with the children,
they sit inside, await their fate.
Under my breath I whisper,
this isn't going to hurt,
pin prick both ends and blow.
Blood, bone, sinew and flesh
splatter my silver plate.
A dozen breeds in total, heavy
in my murderous hands,
laid soft, boxed on cotton wool
they would find me that night,
staggered steps with wings outstretched.
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