It's bleeding, thirst and not satisfied,
He's calling wanting never dies.
Feed, and seeking to devour,
Draw, and he will swallow you whole.
Yield, and he will make you slave,
taste, and a never ending crave.
Think, and it runs to every nerve,
Give in, and he will make you served.
-July 21,2012
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