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- Human Grocery Store- by Keaton Foster Meat Bone Skin Home Life and death All beginnings Sadly, must end Fear nothing Do not be concerned You will not know How could you Reduced to refuse No one will consume your truth They will not want to know Your secrets will keep Forever is a hell of thing indeed They will place you in a box Deep into the ground you will go Eternal transcendence Creatures of the end Will feast Their stomachs can handle much You will not poison them with All that once made you human They will never stop eating until Your bones are picked clean Fear nothing of them And their ravenous need The soul you sold will escape Where will it go I dare not speculate Because mine still remains Within this body that I know One day will be consumed Such is our doom In this human grocery store Of all existence Carrion is not selling Our fellow kind will only dine Of the presently living Such all-consuming bastards They are never satisfied Their bellies are over full The gluttonous nature of their ways Compels them beyond kindness They dare not nibble They only bite With teeth… Human Grocery Store Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2012 Biography
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