in the heat of the night
you're the knight of the meat
you devour- appetite
your sole purpose- breed
eat the steak when it's hot
whether fresh or in rot
no time to argue or feel
only meat counts- for your steel
every portion
flesh distortion
In the heat of the stove
her remains on the fire
you think you've got enough
stomach's full - empty mind
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