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And the prey that throbs in your hand
And the stream of blood in your arm
And the spit that flows to the food
And the jaws that lock on the meat
And the blood that spills to the ground
And the life that melts on your tongue
And the cries that choke in your throat
And the meat that burns in your guts
And the food that shoots through your veins
And the peace that spreads 'neath your skin
And the strength you gain from the fill
And the fuel spent on the hunt
And the food you need to restore
And the food you eat to need more
And the time you trade for the job
And the sweat you pay for the rest
And the eyes that close while you work
And the job that works in your sleep
And the dreams that eat up your stores
And the money that leaks through your pores
And the fat that burns in your words
And the food that flows in your dreams
And the blood that pounds in your head
And the bread that sings in your heart
And the love that writhes on your plate
And the food that tastes back on your tongue
And the smell of tears on your breath
And the piss that rains on your skull
And the brine that's bleeching your teeth
And the bug that talks in your sleep
And the stars that suck on your skin
And the sense that bleeds from your feet
And the herds that browse in your tracks
And the junkies who feast on your genes
And the face that abrades on your skin
And the money that sobs in your grip
And the stardust that's slowing your pace
And the lava that's clogging your veins
And the stone that has come for your soul
And the meaning that heaps on your hands
And the muck that piles on your back
And the sticks that ram up your butt
And the stones that bash in your teeth
And the walls that fall in on your head
And the air that bleeds on your skin
And the color that squirts from your eyes
And the beauty that runs from your nose
And the worms that rejoice in your ears
And the imps crawling up in your lap
And the drunks dancing wild in your skull
And the death curling up in your womb
And your life moving into the tomb
And the ghosts they do weep for your soul
And the angels abhor at your sins
And the devil is nibbling your bones
And the god he is sucking your brain
And the dust it stirs on your face
And the brain it spins in the bone
And the plaster it falls from the brow
And the features explode in the lap
And the head it tilts on the neck
And the head it rolls down the stairs
And the food dissolves in the mouth
And a dream runs off in the night
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