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Tumor-pocked bodies
Afflict the population
Only thing to eat
In Land of Starvation
Heated razors cut
Food from our backs
Cooked in the fire
Of a greasy cask
Repulsive communion
Of blood and skin
Further from God
Closer to sin
Christ fed thousands
With loaves and fishes
Bomb feeds millions
With flesh of crisis
Black market meat
Soft mutant pulp
Sold by the pound
Or deep-fried dollop
Repulsive communion
Of blood and skin
Further from God
Closer to sin
Cannibal days
Are here again
Time to eat pieces
Of your new best friend
Consuming bits
Keeping down pieces
Line around the block
Gore never ceases
Repulsive communion
Of blood and skin
Further from God
Closer to sin
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