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Hell's Kitchen...

Hell's Kitchen...

The rising stench
The one who bled,
They hack away
Keeping souls at bay,
They're the best part
That's for the a la cartè,
Blood is supremely whisked
Satan still likes his kicks,
He makes the head chef
Season the human flesh,
The evil army cook delicious
As if it's some sort of dark fetish!
They slice!
They dice!
Without thinking twice
They add more spice!
Frying their bloody heart's
Caressing them like a fine art,
"Like a drink?"
"There's a liquefied eyeball!"
Humans,
They boil like lobsters
Demons,
They eat like monsters!
All of this infliction
Only in hell's Kitchen!
So,
"Come on in, please, take a seat
This delicacy is from the weak
For I am the devil, and flavours I seek"
Mm...
Take a bite, you will be my next feast
Elbows off the table, you're never free
Once you have paid admission
You're dead in, Hell's Kitchen! 

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Dean Kuch

It's been said that once a human being gets a taste of human flesh it...changes them somehow, Wayne.
That's all they will crave to eat—always and forever.
I can't say I care to test the theory unless it's absolutely necessary.
The Chinese have an entire cookbook dead-icated to seasoning and preparing humans, but it's taboo, of course.
Yummy!
One macabre piece, my fiend.
No pun intended, heh-heh.
~Dean Kuch ⋆?☼ ☽?⋆
 

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Wayne Stubbs

Thanks Dean, I must find the time to catch up on here! ?

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Dean Kuch

I know the feeling, my friend.
You're more than welcome.
~Dean  ?

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Nine Eleven

A chunk of liver, kidney, heart and brain would drive anyone insane, does it come with peri peri sauce or can I bring my own. Great poem Wayne. 

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Wayne Stubbs

?? take your own if you want Gerard cos you'll not be coming back ??? Thanks! ?

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