"Thanks Giving Day" (ANb)

starving child your corpse
will be worth its feather weight
the swine devour their favor
constant
collapsing
inferior
mommy why does it taste like ink?
clean your plate young man, this funeral's gonna be a fucking feast
constant
collapsing
inferior
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Sandblasted faces, no mouths to scream. Needless object always scratching. This breach in heaven irised shut. It scorns the land without even ghosts