The Fed On
In hunted form a flock in fright
Beast twice piercing throat blood like night
Long cold distance moon light howls
Corpse collapsing exploding bowls
What can we do the fed on cried!
I lost my son! My daughter died.
We must hunt this demon steak and knife
Chop him, kill him, gorge him, gut him end his life
I lost my son! My son has died!
The creature lives on every try
What can we do the fed on cried
Recourse, recourse a lonely reply
What can we do the fed on cried
I take this stake and pierce its skull
And I take this stake out to pierce its eye
Corpse collapsing exploding bowels
Unhunted form a flock in flight
Twice piercing throat blood like night
Now hunted prey with demons fight
A hundred hands a hundred stakes
The last one made of moon-light flakes
Copyright © Cs Parker | Year Posted 2017
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