Your matted fur matches the scars in your pelt You cling to meat as if its life itself Barking and foaming Bow to me You deserve to be hungry Bow to... Protruding ribs and coiled paws Mark the beginning of your lifetime of loss Your eyes scream out because theyve long been lost You feel an inkling of the pain youve caused Tongue out in pant demonstrating exhaust Your legs give out before you carry your cross Starve! Starve! Its the embrace of emaciation! On your knees, you beg to eat I decline with certainty At my feet, you pick your teeth I decline with certainty You feel an inkling of the pain youve caused Your legs give out before you carry your cross You, you, you You, you bit the hand that feeds Now starve! Starve! Starve to death
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