Hungry to devour flesh tender sweet flesh of lamb as a Cretan I smell underground rich flavors to tantalize my tongue to salivate for food not simply the insects or confused crustaceans burrowed beneath the sand garbage giving me salt and other minerals from seas near where I dwell rich in electrolytes I liberate to see to continue to be you may know the meaning of life and death but soul is but a hungry ghost
Defenseless little kids in the cavernous dark disoriented lost eventually find their way into my arms into my embrace crude venal corrupted soul whatever touches me clutches my hungry hand obviously with hope to escape my horror how could I let them down underground no one sees the future how actions decides who gets set free realistically none escape alive to see the light of day to roast
tastefully in sunlight along ancient beachfront property where it cost enormous sums of burnt flesh lightly seared by sun salt and surf to my eyes noticeably blinded by absolute darkness I could tell by their scent delicious to devour as one famished by luck starving outside of town endless was my torture without sense or reason unable to ask skies remarkably azure once I escaped or died head cut off so it went
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