Starve - Dark Sermon

Your matted fur matches the scars on your pelt

You cling to meat as if it’s life itself

Barking and foaming, bow to me

You deserve to be hungry

Protruding ribs and coiled paws

Mark the beginning of your lifetime of loss

Your eyes scream out because they’ve long been lost

You feel an inkling of the pain you’ve caused

Tongue out in pant, demonstrating exhaust

Your legs give out before you carry your cross

Starve!

Starve!

It’s the embrace of emaciation

On your knees, you beg to eat

I decline with certainty

At my feet, you pick your teeth

I decline with certainty

You feel an inkling of the pain you’ve caused

Your legs give out before you carry your cross

You, you, you

You, you bit the hand that feeds

Now starve!

Starve!

Starve to death