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jackals

 
oh ye jackals and whores
inside scavenging what you might
off the soul's slaughter
feasting off pain

I've seen it again and again
the blood splatters

come dine what does it matter?

if these sticky things called feelings
are picked up and sharpened
then used as weapons to harm the wounded anew

who knew it could be so much fun?

within the gates crawl and gather
this should be good

let's get ring side seats for the terror
you've seen me at my worst
but the best is yet to come
I will never cower
the hour is near now come,

come one and all for the spectator sport
there is one condition
you must not feel guilty for your sin nature, you vultures

heckle me not ye ghost writers
I see you for what you are


Written by crimsin (Unveiling)
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