Rancid sacks of walking meat
Fit for sustenance
Struck with fear you flee beneath
But I still have the scent of you
Ripping teeth - Shredding meat
Tear you limb from limb
Cannot speak - Cannot breathe
Cannot save your skin
Holed up in your purgatory
I can sense the fear
Your warm blood and your pulse betrays
I can taste that you are near

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