BLOOD FEAST
You sir
have wounded my lady's heart.
Be it through
casual indifference, purpose
driven spite, or simple
dumb headedness, I now find
that it takes all my focus
not to track you down
and smite you like burnt toast,
rend your flesh like bacon
from the hog, scramble
your innards, and make
a breakfast of your sins.
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