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Our Daily Bread
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Mad Musings
Where there is no beans & rice
cannibals are born to the feasting
of pink flesh, vampires roam the
night wildly in hemophagic fever and
consciousness parasites grow
fat as ticks
Oh that we could be the sublime kind of
food, who with valiant charm holds
the hands of ghouls and leads them to
faithful provender
