The Beast

It's a Strange kind of Hunger

This Craving for Release...

A Blind

and Wanton Hunger...

Embrace and love

The Beast

The Beast that has no Face

No Tail

No tongue

No Brain

The Beast

You Hold

Within

Your Grasp

as you slowly go insane*.

 

 

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