Flesh For Flesh Poem by grim blackhart

Like shiny stars, red eyes,
glowing in darkness of the night,
gliding through the pitchblack skies,
beasts prepare for the survival fight,
soon it's time, soon someone dies...

Unborn child, innocent flesh,
straight from womb of mommy,
meat, oh so sweet, so fresh,
to feed little beast tummy...

Is there any better purpose for a man,
to be stock of warm meat,
higher purpose for arrogant human,
to be melting in belly heat,
food for demons, that's fate of man.