Bath Salts

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The clothes are stained
The hands are bloodied
The mouths drool
The man is dead
His organs spilled
For all of the other's hunger
They push and shove
The meal awaits
Flesh torn open
Their rotting stench
And never ending hunger
Reeks of danger
To the living





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