Wesley Mincin - Fresh Meat

Blood, for me, tastes just like wine
It's thick and sweet and so divine
It runs in all the sapien swine
And all their flesh shall soon be mine
I lure them to me with charm and kind
They fall for me in little time
Their view of me is quite benign
I love my prey. That is no lie
I shut the door and close the blinds
I scan my meat. It looks so fine
I move to take what now is mine
Cannibalism, my awful crime

Wesley Mincin

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