Have you ever sliced thin that which life has given no name?
And is it coincidence that the cross and knife bare similar shape?
The simple difference featured in the clipped blunt end, but are both not used to kill?
Has history not heard the shrill screams
As the thin slice splits rib cage exposing the churning biological gears
Pounding away at all you consumed
They tell me you paid the piper
Each
and
Every
Nail
Into your new oaken box
Lost in the interpretation of a laundry list
Whilst riding the backs of shaven gorillas
But you were to lost in the touch
Readily available to slit finger
We set sail
Feasting on the bodies of nymphs
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