Eat You Dead

Eat You Dead

Mouth-watering banquet, they crave your brain
Licking their lips eagerly in delight
All they wanted was to feed on the slain

The hunger it stabs them, a knife-like pain
Feeding only on that which they feel right
Mouth-watering banquet, they crave your brain

Crack goes your skull, mind no longer contained
Tunnels appear with a bright blinding light
All they wanted was to feed on the slain

To point them out is not much of a strain
Flesh dangling off their face, it's quite a fright
Mouth-watering banquet, they crave your brain

A well aimed shotgun you must first attain
Then a well scouted spot, a fearsome plight
All they wanted was to feed on the slain

Pull the trigger quick, grab onto the rein
Put on all your armor, be our dark knight
Mouth-watering banquet, they crave your brain
All they wanted was to feed on the slain

The syllabic count on this is 10 and 10.
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