Broken Hope - Gobbling The Guts

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Cannibalistic cravings I enjoy dining
Upon the flesh to the living or deceased
I drool at the throught of soft fleshy organs
Prepared or raw to become my feast
I consume innards, chase them down with blood
Swallowing mouthfuls of the nauseating swill
Sauteed lungs, barbecued stomachs
Cooked and raw organs
I’ll eat my fill
Gobbling guts intestinal fortitude
Gobbling guts dine upon organs
Gobbling guts disembowel the abdomen
Gobbling guts eat the fetal embryo
Gobbling guts baptized in the pancreas
Gobbling guts shower in excrement
On the stiffs I dish out the entrails
And prepare to enjoy a delicious corpse feast
To be uncouth is usually accepted
I chew the bones clean like a beast
Intestines I find are hard to chew through
A tug of war as I pull, stretch, and gnaw
Digestive juices somewhat scald my palate
Blood, gore, viscera, salivate down my maw
Now I gobble your purulent f**king guts
Fresh warm eyeballs are a delicacy
I pluck them out, and then hastily chomp
Sally to the taste, but sometimes sour
I cause them to burst with a stomp
Undissected abdomens are cornucopia
Sickly munching on a cadaveric platter
My macabre appetite makes meals from men
Gobbling deceased organs and splatter