[AMOR] - Smother, The

Well, alright. So... Say hello O, morsel replete. Then, the peasants wave- "Hello." They've only got The one hand, in play. "The other hand, abates?" No it's, down below- "Oh." Made, to be discreet. Not to show, but- (To Sneak!) "Wait. But- But, why? What is it, that they're trying, tenaciously, to reap?" Ha. Well, I for one... Do suggest- "Uh-huh?" That you, never- "Yeah." Ever- "Ok..." Go back- *gulp* (To sleep!) *horse noise* To catch a morsel... "How fast, a horse'll go?" To catch a morsel... "O, sustaining flow?" To catch a morsel... "The quartering, of foes" To catch a morsel... "How fast, a horse'll go?" To make, us... (A Morsel!) O, anguished... Lo, the languishing Scavengers ambush. In style reminiscent, of An annihilated animal Alone on a highway Reanimated... "Now, my rot, abates?" Bones sticking From, the skin They've flayed. Yet- "They've no need to be waylaid?" Nope. We're all, up- "And, at 'em!" On this... (Brand new day!) To catch a morsel... "How fast, a horse'll go?" To catch a morsel... "O, sustaining flow?" To catch a morsel... "The quartering, of foes" To catch a morsel... "How fast, a horse'll go?" To make, us... (A Morsel!) Remorse? Oh... Oh yes, I suppose so. At least as so far as Our fellow meat goes... "Oh yeah?" Mmhmm. Not so much, though In regards to, the Meat of, our foes- "Oh, well you know... They're always doing, too much. Those..." I know. I know! As far as, meat goes- "They're, definitely..." (Super weird, yo!) To catch a morsel... "How fast, a horse'll go?" To catch a morsel... "O, sustaining flow?" To catch a morsel... "The quartering, of foes" To catch a morsel... "How fast, a horse'll go?" To make, us... (A Morsel!) Oh, uh- Me? Um... Otherizing? Ha. Smother the thought... But, tenderizing? "Brah." Brother, we got... Slender sized, To whompus- "Meat whackin' things?" That, surely ought to Break down, any Of those, pesky... "Grizzled fibers-" (In between!) To catch a morsel... "How fast, a horse'll go?" To catch a morsel... "O, sustaining flow?" To catch a morsel... "The quartering, of foes" To catch a morsel... "How fast, a horse'll go?" To make, us... (A Morsel!) An unrelenting harm Drawn out. On display Obliterated. Total loss... Mild hate. "Medium harm." Necrophage, into grace. Feeding, your- (Malleable charm!)