Gustance! The Mandable

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Laid beside a cesspool, a sluggish stream
The vultures circling, but he is yet to cease breathing

Starvation, appetence and famine made flesh
Filled with insatiable hunger
Starvation, appetence and famine made flesh
Filled with a craving of emptiness
Breathes upon him, filling herself in his mouth

Starvation, appetence and famine made flesh
Filled with insatiable hunger
Starvation, appetence and famine made flesh
Filled with a craving of emptiness
Breathes upon him, filling herself in his mouth

Channeled through those hollowed veins
The craving of nothingness
Filled with the unquenchable thirst
A hunger that drives him to devour himself
Parchment skin reveals the bowels within him
Channeled through those hollowed veins
The craving of nothingness
Filled with the unquenchable thirst
He must devour himself

Starvation, appetence and famine made flesh
Filled with insatiable hunger
Starvation, appetence and famine made flesh
Filled with a craving of emptiness
Breathes upon him, filling herself in his mouth

Starvation, appetence and famine made flesh
Filled with insatiable hunger
Starvation, appetence and famine made flesh
Filled with a craving of emptiness
Breathes upon him, filling herself in his mouth

Channeled through those hollowed veins
The craving of nothingness
Filled with the unquenchable thirst
A hunger that drives him to devour himself
Parchment skin reveals the bowels within him
The overhanging hew where hunger lies within
Wasted jaws and a shame too late
Hiding guilt on a burdened face

To explore an unpeopled night
Through vacuous realms and regions void
One's path in the woodland winds
Beneath the moons receiving light
When Jove has mantled his heaven in shade
And night seals up the beauty in the world
At entrance to the abyss
Vengeful cares on couches lie, Old age abides
Pale diseases, hunger, a temptress to all of the crime
Want, base and vile, two dreaded shapes to see
Then sleep deaths next of kin

The dole-bringing owl utters its cry
The sad omen of the screech-owl sounds
Dread stalks there with looming fear
And crushing pain

The dole-bringing owl utters its cry
The sad omen of the screech-owl sounds
Dread stalks there with looming fear
And crushing pain
Dread stalks there with looming fear
And crushing pain

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