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He punched my face and broke my bones,
then cut my tendons, ripped my toes.

Why ain't I dead?

He fucked me, raped me, hereabout,
then cut my throat and bled me out.

Why ain't I dead?

He cut me up and plucked my guts,
then threw away them gory lots.

Why ain't I dead?

He started taking for his meal,
If I could have, I would have squealed.

He cut and roasted, minced and ate
and then he had my bones defiled.

Why ain't I dead?

They threw away what they could see,
how's somehow something left of me?
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