You have laid your gaze upon my banquet.
Eager eyes neglecting grace.
And at my dinner table coveted
The festival to the very end of you.
From my plate you harrow your lust.
Starving fingers reaching forth to’ith the night.
Placing your parched lips upon my beaker.
To quench the thirst that burns your soul.
To your heart’s fill feast.
And upon my intent
You shall come...
To know my hunger…
I,
Insatiable...
Eager eyes neglecting grace.
And at my dinner table coveted
The festival to the very end of you.
From my plate you harrow your lust.
Starving fingers reaching forth to’ith the night.
Placing your parched lips upon my beaker.
To quench the thirst that burns your soul.
To your heart’s fill feast.
And upon my intent
You shall come...
To know my hunger…
I,
Insatiable...
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