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Monsters to Feed

fire pit

Can’t quench my hunger
Can’t comfort my greed
Born with this burning
Got monsters to feed

I signed on the line
With blood from my vein
All I got left is
A wicked stain

I did what I did
I am where I am
Discarded, forgotten
Forsaken and damned

Hope you get used to
The sulfur you smell
Give my regards to
My buddies in hell

by Richard W. Bray

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