Trash Talk
the hand that feeds
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Struck down like dogs. You live on hand and knee and wait for nothing.
A tangled mass of flesh and teeth. Bite back the hand that feeds.
The song remains the same; stillborn unto their pain.
Submission stretched from head to toe across your lifeless frame.
Kill or be killed. Sin or be blessed. Bite of the hand. Taste of the flesh.