Hell always hungers for the wicked…

Fiendish hunger of the depraved
Flesh, blood, bones, heart is what you crave
SPECIESISM- your brain engraved
Animals killed after tortured and enslaved
You gorge on what’s depraved

You love the smell
Of charred hell
Dinner bell
Death knell

Sinister hunger
Death monger
Animals asunder
Cos of you, they’re just a number
Corpse eating spell you’re under

Hungry for the wicked
Your cravings ought have you committed
Your sulphuric gut deeply pitted
Your arguments all insipid
You dine on the wicked

Total Liberation

Dig Out Your Soul