Question:
My poem "Flesheater"?
looking for me here
ooking for thee dear
Sleep and eat this flesh
Keep it here nice and fresh
Feed me me and dine with us
Need we eat it all without a fus?
Leed me to St. Peter
Pleed me oh Flesheater!
Stuck in between my teeth
Suck it through the opened heath
Eaten angels and raped eyes
Beaten children and helpless cries
Looked for you nearest
Cooked you, my dearest
Additional Details7 months ago
that ooking at the top should be Cooking, oops
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