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Step into the parlor
The fires spent, still burn
Painted in the faded tint
Nightmare shades to turn

Broken slabs of conscience
Rotted to the core
Splintered in a thousand words
Never heard before

Gears abide the grinding
Slapping to the beat
Shards of incandescent lights
Flavoring the meat

Slicing as you swallow
Whispering refrains
Caught like someone else's fate
Filtered through the shame

Dressed along the hallway
Mirrors shout their fear
There among the carpet stains
Distant as is near

Gasp for all you bother
Feast that final breath
Blood shall ring the butlers call
Long beyond your death