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You, in me, creep up in the dead o' night
I've taken a few sips of poison, just to be clear, just in case the mediocres want to label it,
So, you creep up, and I'm ecstatic.
You want me, you want me to throw all asunder,
You, you want me to rip apart entrails, while the beast still lives, eyes wide open, eyes wide shut
Am I aware, fully aware of what I do, what I've done?
Fear. All for instilling fear in the Other. And the Other? Who? or What?
It stands in my way.
I do what I've seen my brethren do.
I pick up. I toss. I shake.
I create fear.
Because I have power over all.
Overall I have power. Power.
It speaks to me.
Like Iblis whispering the sweet somethings. Something so meaningful. Something so terrible. Horrible. Pathological. Maniacal.
Human.
Oh, Human! What class of species are we?
We, who kill, with wrath, with twisted grins, a death grimace, so ugly.
We kill the Other. Yes. For consumption. For pleasure.
But for something deeper.
For ego. Who's the King of the World?
Oh, hail the King!
For, he/she/they/ze is the One who rules over all animals.
We, oh we get to maim and kill without conscience.
For ego.
Who's the King of the World?
Just so you know...the feminine is the masculine is the masculine is the feminine.
Hell! We are all the same.
In Lust. Lust for Violence. Lust for the Flesh of the Other.
So, they look on with eyes open as we wrench the fuck out of their lives.
But I'm human. I'm human. That's who I am.
And so...
I'm forgiven. Forgiven.
You're dead. And I'm forgiven. Forgiven.
And now, I have to floss my teeth and be free of trapped rotting meat. Meat.
Your flesh. In between.
Let's play with you like a lasso. Swing here. Swing there. By the tail.
Your fear, I don't see. I only see Human. And I'm forgiven.
Forgiven.
Eat. Eat. Eat.
Forgiven.
Oh, I'm grooving. Dancing to the sounds of speciesism.
It tastes just right, don't you know it!
I'll swallow whole your silent screams, your heartbreaking pain...distress calling.
911. 911.
Distress calling. Nonhuman. Though.
Don't bother.
The bloodied carcass...you know, the one I kicked around while IT's eyes were still open.
I was allowed. It's ok then. I was allowed. Cuz it's all residual energy.
Energy I can't handle when among my brethren.
Energy I can technologize.
In the form of machines that slice you, crush you, mince you,
Eyes, ears, mouth, tongue, organs - oh everything under the sun cuz you're tasty.
Tasty.
Tasty.
Tasty.
I let it out like letting the cat outta the bag. What?
Oh, just the shadow. Oh this shadow, grooving something human.
Before I suffocate it. In it.
You can bet it'll happen.
In that lake that's been marked. Someday soon. Cuz I can't stand what's between my teeth.
On that day, the chickens, the real ones, will come home to roost.
