Cannibal

Cannibal

The puns
flyin in
you

It’s the
guns of
the past

Fired from
all sides

Everyone through
it

Now it’s
you

You wiggle
into the
light

Of the
Sun of
tomorrow

Man nor
food around

The walk
endless

Sand instead
of blood

In your
thought

The castles
look like
caves

Apple a
thorn

And the
bones lyin
around

A feast
for the
‘Cannibal’
in you

Caution: This might be all theory

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