Ode to the Inhuman


Oh humans,
You are as vital to me as my blood,
With your exacting, cold art as sharp as knives
And as greedy as a babe for mother's milk.
I love your terms and the sense of your dark spirit
Which hides beneath your word "humane."
Humans, rife, hungry humans,
How I love you so and my lifetime wouldn't be the same
if you weren't in my sight.
Oh humans,
Nothing can compare to you, nothing at all,
You are children of God, a fiend's delight
And, most importantly, we're married, oh humans!

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