Feeding the Beast
This thing
It feeds like it's never full
Consumes with teeth so keen, it tears everyone I bring apart into a bloody pool
Ordering for more and more before I can find more to lure
Watching with it's red eyes and horns
Sitting still, it still breaths debris from the last body it leaves on the floor
I promptly force myself to provide this predator with people, so it don't pick me to be the next main course
Fixing to find a way to finish this ing blood sucking sucker so I can evade
That's why for it's last meal, I hit a mausoleum and wait
Day turns to darkness then I dig
Now it's time to feast
I go and drop an old diseased dead body at it's feet
It eats, slow not use to the rotten meat
It shrieks, in pain from the corpse I yanked out of the grave
Spewed the spoiled carcass it chewed
Tremoring in convulsions not knowing what to do
I'm no longer worried of residing in the belly of the beast as it's food
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