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Apr 2013
The blood seeps between my teeth;
it's sweet,
like Your words.
How dare You tell me to die?
I could easily **** You,
**** You,
like Them.
How'd you like that,
to stop being a You
and be
in the Them?
So, shove off.

It's a wonder we're not all dead
yet.

You blame Satan for "us",
"my kind"?
If that were true,
why do I spare You;
You who judge
and taunt,
and all I do is live.
Satan had nothing to do with me.
But, this is not about angels and God.
This is about Cannibalism.
*From the perspective of a male cannibal, about 28 years of age, who is being publicly chastised for being a cannibal. He's fed up with people using religion as an excuse for his actions. He wants people to recognize his actions as his own, instead of reverting to Satan. The issue has stopped being about his actions, and now about what religion is to blame. A religious and social statement, and a loud one at that.*
(2013)
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   maybella snow
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