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Sep 16
In the hell
Of the cave
After the road
Runs out
You can't retreat
Or go forward
Then you'll see
Just what you're all about
Where cups
Hold only blood
And knives
Cut only humans
To see what drains
Out of you
And what
You've been
Consuming.
Written by
Jimmy silker
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