My Lovely Venus,
Who would eat the rich? Who would indulge upon their honey-rotten teeth, money-mâché flesh, and fat-festered hearts? Who would eat someone like the Sun, who takes glory in pyramid schemes like a pharaoh and dines on red wine made from sacrificial bloods of the impoverished, who believes that people are prostitutes that sell their souls, not their bodies, because that's just the high cost of living?
So, I say, do not eat the rich, because they'd be flattered by the sentiment that their sirloins are fit for the finest of cuisines. Instead, humble their bones in a way that makes hell seem like a much better option than staying alive.
Because they deserve to die in the way that they lived.
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𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐃 | ateez
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