Rotting flesh bathes under the sun's unrelenting waves
Our prey has felt the reapers touch
repossessing its soul
so we may harvest the remains
The scents invade our nostrils
luring us into a state of blissful hunger
We dive
We feast
We leave none to waste
Feb 15, 2018
Feb 15, 2018 at 11:51 AM UTC
Rotting flesh bathes under the sun's unrelenting waves
Our prey has felt the reapers touch
repossessing its soul
so we may harvest the remains
The scents invade our nostrils
luring us into a state of blissful hunger
We dive
We feast
We leave none to waste
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