Gnashing on corpses while smelling the sweet scent of the death. Aka:
You eat things and think they smell good, when all it is death! Rarw!
Food of flesh!
We have to eat, or we starve, we don't have to eat everyday but are going to and it's always something that died that we eat. We are basically zombies, because zombies eat flesh and we eat flesh and don't get started on plants, because their alive too.
Worst yet, we crave this fleshy gut with a craving so powerful and so out of our control that it is virtually demeaning to call ourselves anything other then beasts! We crave this consumption so begging that we will devour it in seconds if we haven't eaten in a while.
All while making soft moaning wines and growls of pleasure. Making us nothing more then decrepit flesh eating sacs of itself! We are literally eating ourselves in hunger and desiring more until we are full of nothing but ourselves and then we say:
"I am finished"
and throw the corpse out! All the while we feel nothing and even if we did their is little we could do but change everything about ourselves, just to be something other then a human being, which means we would have then alienated ourselves from what we are.
We try being classy while we rot by using knives and pitchforks to eat the poor dead things and sit together young and old eating it, complementing its skill of preparation while showing our teeth to each other in joy!
We look at artfully modified corpses and say they look good when it's basically a debauched art!
We drool over the food we eat, while keeping other foods as pets that also eat other creatures and you yourself are a food like everything else under this godforsaken existence. We sometimes cultivate dry worms in gardens just to eat their babies! While singing songs about their beauty and sweet taste, calling each other fruits and sweets. It's amusingly disgusting!
Rarw! We are truly burning as beast demons!
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