i killed a man this week.
his name was sada kazundi.
i had an accomplice.
she questioned his being,
before i denied it.
he exists more dead,
than he ever did alive.
i killed a man this week.
i ate him.
his flesh was tough to chew,
but tasted delicious.
i will be full for a lifetime.
there are leftovers,
if you want some.
i killed a man this week.
rest assured, he was deserving.
it was his time to go.
it was my job to do it.
and so it is done.
i killed him.
i devoured him.
and now he is home.
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