Hungered for so long, for the flesh that my hands bear
Entombed in a temple of silence, beyond all recreant care
While open mouths and eyes
Sit afore the flaming brand
Whose parched tears wet alone the touch
Of the devoted master’s savage hand
Obeisant, starved through all the ravening years
A king renounced, a willing feast
Upon my worthless flesh ye tear
And glut your empty stomachs
On my fucking idle blood
To the dregs drink from me... feed on me
I am the food of the burning hearts
And white cold sulphur eyes
A mantle for fleshless forms am I
The meat for the emaciate
And now I am no one, now I am thou art

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