Human Meat
Willingly he did come to meA sacrifice, victuals he would be
In this house, condemned to stay
I cut him, took his organs away
Watched as he slowly bled to death
Oh, I anticipated that final breath
For his body to go limp, so weak
I hung him by a hook like meat
Licked the skin, so sweet the taste
Not even an once would I waste
Piece by piece hacked him apart
Bloody hands ripped out his heart
His meat I did so very much crave
Bones were buried in a shallow grave
In the backyard, never to be found
The stench of death is still around
I felt no regret, no, not in the least
For one year, upon him I did feast
Based on stories I have read about cannibal Armin Meiwes
Poetry by Freddie Simmering
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Written on 2006-10-21 at 16:28
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