Is there love in your heart, I'm just a beast, scales are hiding under my skin, the heavens wish to spit on me, when they see me eat, so juicy, so tasty, there are many things, they wish for me to give, to sacrifice, for what, am I willing to give in, there are all sorts of demons, who need to feed, I used to think, there was responsibility, to provide for them, but I am not so great, I'm selfish, and I wish to keep myself safe, the way the cards are dealt, there is much I can provide, for the world, for the children, but when a beast feeds, it is always unsightly, for it to be satisfied, it just doesn’t seem right, but alas, that’s life, let’s all eat our pie, this meat, dripping with juices, let’s enjoy it.

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