Crawl through pineblood, piss-soaked fern My scent masked in animal churn I do not hunt for meatless pride I stalk the soul that agrees to die Liver-quaking breath beneath the bark I kiss the bolt, the kill is marked A still heart speaks in ruptured tone— “Split me clean, but leave my bones” Flay with honor, tear with rite Spill the entrails into night Gut the prayer — feed the soil! Praise through rupture, sanctify toil! The sacred reeks in steaming flesh, Ethics carved in the pulse’s death! No mount, no brag, no grinning feast I break the ribcage like a priest Hands in gut-rot, bile and steam A ritual done in stench and scream I return the skull with incense breath Wrapped in fungus, crowned in death Antlers bloom where meat once ran Now spirit walks… …through marrowed land Flay with honor, tear with rite Spill the entrails into night Gut the prayer — feed the soil! Praise through rupture, sanctify toil! The sacred reeks in steaming flesh, Ethics carved in the pulse’s death! Blessed is the wound that feeds… Blessed is the breath that bleeds… I am predator, not plague. I rot with purpose. And I give back. Gut the prayer — honor through gore! Stomach split on the forest floor! Ancestral pact in tendon strung, Devoured clean, not left undone!
