This steak is made to mimic An analogue, could be As such it is supposed to eat like dead flesh Actually Why create the look of carnage Of what lacks life pray tell Eat it as it truly grew Not imagine it was from Hell

This steak is made to mimic
An analogue, could be
As such it is supposed to eat like dead flesh
Actually
Why create the look of carnage
Of what lacks life pray tell
Eat it as it truly grew
Not imagine it was from Hell

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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