Beastly ideaology

They were for certain carnivores
Who love this kind of thing
A warped pattern in their thoughts
To the table they will bring
What is a grotesque image
Of a wilder soul
They really think they are clever
For them a royal role
Meat eating greasy arse oles
Ugly dramatic vile
You see this crap in butchers windows
It’s a perverted style
Of what they see as meaty art
Sick tasting vomit and
Monsters in the making
That inner fire is fanned