Fresh Meat for the Grinder

I'm no asura as I cruelly scavenge For salvageable parts At peace at last with my own inhumanity You are mere carrion Carrying traces of bloody humanity Your mortal offal lies at my feet, You remain merely as a sanguine Rendering death is your only release Cold steel-eviscerates A Cold steal-strips to the bone Cold steel-annihilates A cold steal-ripping you raw I offer this only assurance We merely exist as tame beasts Of bloody horror For the grinder your remains fresh meat Enforced dedication Your torso lies raped in shreds Inhumed at last on my morbid palate A thrasher's abattoir for the dead... Longpig Time to carve