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Gnaw upon these bones I present you with,
these freshly slain slabs of meat.
That vile stench of the wicked wench, her voice no more but an empty echo.
Alas inside the belly of the beast - three headed hound.
Her final screech released, she is no more but a lingering memory.
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intense but good i liked it a lot.