Dinner Tonight

I chopped off my fingers for garlic

We shall have it for dinner tonight

I choked my hidden fetus alive

It’s blood is paradise

We’re having it all for dinner

Although my guests ain’t human

My guests are what you call monsters

The ones screaming in your head

The evil side of your ego

The fetish buried red

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