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Future eaters

on the feeding line

Terrified

of blood and time

The weak

Feign as the last of the wolves

fighting for scraps

licking their wounds

Witness Oilded prophets

with blessings bestowed

the swing of the carcass

You've always known

Cowards

You should have known

A rotting contrivance

An empty throne

the tears of the worthless

You'll be the first to go