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I took the heart

out of the chest

and ate it raw

the blood rushed

down my face

my thirst was quenched

But it wasnt enough,

I craved more,

I would get it,

this drive,

to consume others,

is not my falt,

Everyday ruled

by the thought of food

and how to aquire it,

There is no special occasion

it is everyday,

to feast is to live

Human beings are nothing,

they serve my needs,

the most prime meat

must be handled in a delicate manner

or it will spoil,

and ruin the palate that satisfies me

I do not relish the opportunity of ending

a life which I do not know,

but it must be done; a necessary evil

There is no god but myself,

I change the meaning of good and evil,

I am the master of life and death.

Everything we know is what we make,

nothing is original, it is derived,

there are no laws that can control me,

I am free within myself,

guilt is an imaginary thing

that does not hold me.