Oh bearer mine
Give me your arm, oh bearer mine. Let me help you fill the world with teeth.
Take my leg, oh vengeance mine. Fill my wounds with envy.
Reality is the finest flesh, oh bearer mine. And are you not hungry?
Plating the bones in silver help the quiet auditory hallucinations...oh bearer mine.
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