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The moon tonight is brilliant, for it casts an eerie-looking shadow upon the moss and the stone. At times I find myself wondering, is that me that I see? Or is it merely another side of me, one that hides amongst the shade?
Ugh, that horrid moaning! That evil rattling, rasping noise! It's driving itself into my skull again, like an annoying repetition that I can't seem to quiet. It screeches at times, like nails upon a chalkboard. It buries itself deep into the recesses of my mind and fills the hole with rot! A fetid fungus spitting serpentine venom from the eyes of a fox!
What? What are you saying? What do you mean! Tell me god damn it!
Ha...Ha...I can hear myself breathing; barely through the fog. The sound is far away, like the deeps of a bog. I can't believe that I'm rhyming, what the hell have you done? Why are you telling me: we should be having fun!
I don't understand, I won't understand! Why, why does it hurt? This blood, where did it come from, is it mine? Or perhaps it is-
No, why are they lying there, why-
Yes, yes of course. We are hungry aren't we? This, person, this thing! If it could even be called that. They are unclean are they not? They are not human, just meat. Not one of us; just eat!
Yes, you are right! I understand, the meat must be prepared before it is eaten. We must tenderize it, we must, stop it from moving and I- Oh? Where did this bat come from? Most convenient! A tool for the occasion as they say. I must stop the noise, I must stop the moving. The feed must not be free, the feed must not be free!
Thunk! Thunk! Thunk!
Oh, it's so quiet now; the noise has stopped. The garbled shrill screaming, the words that came out of its deep dark hole. Demon insect whirling in its centre, flopping about as it shrieked and screamed! Oh, not anymore...
Now it is so quiet, so calm and peacefully still. Like the rocks of a mountain, flowing with red, the red river runs beneath bricks and stone. How lovely it looks, how lovingly serene. If only they could see themselves in this beautiful state...
What's that? Oh, oh yes! I'd forgotten. So hungry, that I'd forgotten. My tummy rumbling. Rumbling and stumbling. Eat us for meat, I want to eat the feet.
Mmm, such a wonderful flavour, such a delectable taste. Who was it I wonder, this beef-faced dog or was it dog-faced beef? Does it even matter? No it does not. Everything's the same once you put it in your belly, everything is the same, like a wobbly old jelly. Hee-hee, I'm happy. So warm in my tummy. It makes me feel like singing, even though my eyes are stinging:
The first day I cut them and take a bit of meat~
The second day we smoke them and cut off all the feet.
The third day we drag them, in little burlap sacks.
The forth day we clean them and chew away the backs.
The fifth day we hang them, like fruit from ancient trees.
The sixth day we stew them with honey from the bees.
The seventh day they knew, for the mother's missing too.
And eighth day we're done; papa's had his fun...
Hee hee, I wonder, who will be the next? The one who called me cowardly or the one with the juicy pecks...