God

Rip the hearts from my chest
and take a delicious bite
They beat with the thunder
of a thousand storms
Each vein and ventricle
coursing with the sweetest sins
dripping decadent, viscous crimson
down your pointed chin
I hope you were starving
I’m glad to fill you up again

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