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I am flesh,
yet I consume the very thing that I am.
Life after life taken
to fill myself.
Every spirit that floats away
symbolizes a feast like no other.
I am flesh,
yet I consume the very thing that I am.
As a Human I am king,
but I am also the swine of the mud,
the fowl of the ground, and air.
I am the hefer of the plains.
I am flesh.
My breakfast is flesh.
My lunch is flesh,
and my dinner is flesh.
I hold the nature of not one
but countless beasts.
I need my flesh.
I need the kill.
What shall I do without it.
As I age
my body ages tenfold,
for the very thing that holds my desire
will for ever conspire
to end my life.
I am flesh,
yet I consume the very thing that I am.
There are lost souls
who look down on my cannabilistic ways.
For them I am sorry,
for they know not of the satisfaction I feel.
Light as the wind they run from place to place.
What a shame.
They must envy relaxation.
They are lost.
Who wants to live a longer life.
Cancer is the best way out.
I am flesh
And it is flesh I will forever consume.
