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Azazel Shuck's Carcass
Azazel Shuck's carcass chills as a stiff on a slab,
and still his rants rave on in their attention-grab.
His grinning veneer---like the visage of a leering skull---
concealed the multitude of his piece-wishes.
His soul sears in Hell; his flesh dumped in the bay, for fishes
and other, more unpleasant creatures that like to gnaw
on human offal and other detritus
as Azazel's mangling of the language continues to spite us.
Starward
