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They live beneath the ruined city, call the subways home

Anxiously wait to see the sun and a land as of yet unknown

Gone below to escape the death of the nuclear winter

Ice and darkness due penance for the sinners

Six generations, 200 years later their ancestors crawl from their holes

Hungry and frightened and barely surviving they're tired of living like moles

Up on the surface a fate worse than dying meeting the end of the food chain

Teeth yielding pain

I sense that living human beings dwell below my feet

An important source of protein, you are what you eat

Post-Armageddon, neo-barbaric, the nuclear warriors due battle

To satiate our hunger we breed human beings as cattle

Hunting in packs ready for the attack, we eat our prey raw-rabid animals

Frothing and ripping the carcass we're stripping, devour our own, yes we're cannibals

Eat or be eaten, beat or be beaten, I am on my life rest assure a predator

Broken splintered bones, boiling blood, torn and bleeding skin

Blackened burning flesh, melting fat, amputated limbs

Eviscerated, lungs torn out, heart ripped from the chest

Decapitated, a meal of vagina and breasts

Eyes plucked from sockets, gaping holes through which pick the brains

Phlebophilia, love of blood, life spills from the veins

I detect the scent of prey by her menstruation

You have been chosen the main course - Congratulations!

Bon appétit