Citizens! Hide your shells, do not wait! Death in my verses is lying in wait. I eat no carcasses, touch no dead meat, It’s your very spirit I’m ready to eat! A rough little tongue—like a razor at night. Licking the sparks—silent flame, dying light! Keep a cozy shadow inside of your home? Bid yourself farewell when the gray clouds roam. Darkness is purring right there on your knees, Energy dies in a sleepy, slow breeze! Listen! The world is a warm little bowl. Chaos’s kitty drinks the milk of your soul. Meat? Oh, forget it! It’s foul to the core. Sweetly I lick at your souls and crave more. You sheltered a beast in your flat, so you thought, A purrer? No, Chaos is what you have bought! With a soft little paw, I’ll reach for your heart, Tear the sharp essence of being apart. Sold yourself out for a bundle of fur? Wait for the Abyss to answer your purr!
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