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I found myself surrounded,
by intestine grounded,
with life, I am astounded,
such pleasures are confounded

A hunger that compelled to chew,
the fetid flesh of that shrew,
could this be Cordon bleu?
puking through my grand debut

This sinful Sun boils my eyes,
with their piss, birds baptize,
this time I swiftly will despise,
this world, and all its life implies.