The Gourmet Hangman
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The Gourmet Hangman
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The Gourmet Hangman
The Gourmet Hangman

In hangman's noose, bodies sway. Writhing life, meat on display. With bated breath, they stir below. Gnashing teeth, their hungers' grow. One quick snip, and threads snap free. The jaws now crush, with ravenous glee. And so a feast on gifts entwined. Chef now sneers, while patrons dine. Torn cadavers, free of flesh. Blood soaked throats, now so refreshed. Sated hunger for the depraved. The artist retires, with price now paid.

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