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Carrion Eater:
Lost among ruins, concealed inside,
a new race emerges, carnivorous kind.
They feast on fellow vermin, and rotting meat,
Through shadows they’re searching for something to eat.
Territorial, with furious talons to disembowel.
For their survival, mind then degenerates to become like an animal.
Scavenging amongst the dead, they are the carrion eaters,
ripping flesh, pull out bones, consuming the puss and the rot.
Maggots squirm, chew and pop, cling in your throat as you swallow.
The viscera emptied out, and then it’s consumed by the eaters.
Terrorizing all, ripping them apart with razor claws.
For our survival, mind then degrades to become like an animal.
Scavenging amongst the dead, they are the carrion eaters,
ripping flesh, pull out bones, consuming the puss and the rot.
Maggots squirm, chew and pop, cling in your throat as you swallow.
The viscera emptied out, and then it’s consumed by the eaters.
Our rotting city
broken down structures and rubble for cover
Hide from them
hiding for their lives from carnivorous hunters
Languages gone
Spoken in slurred grunts, growling and hissing
All are dead
Languages are gone and the scratch and claw to death
Scavenging amongst the dead, they are the carrion eaters,
ripping flesh, pull out bones, consuming the puss and the rot.
Maggots squirm, chew and pop, cling in your throat as you swallow.
The viscera emptied out, and then it’s consumed by the eaters.
Our rotting city
broken down structures and rubble for cover
Hide from them
hiding for their lives from carnivorous hunters
Languages gone
Spoken in slurred grunts, growling and hissing
All are dead
Languages are gone and the scratch and claw to death
Degenerative
In the broken city it’s rotting inside
to them we’re fed
From carrion eaters there’s no place to hide.
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