Song of Solomon 1

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1:1 The scream of screams, which is Solomon’s.

1:2 Let me bite thee with the canines of my mouth: for thy blood is better than wine.

1:3 Because of the savour of thy good plasma thy name is as hemoglobin poured forth, therefore do the undead love thee.

1:4 Shoot me with your automatic weapons, we will run after thee: the vampire-king hath brought me into his chambers: we will be glad and rejoice in thee, we will remember thy blood more than wine: the undead love thee.

1:5 I am dead, but comely, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.

1:6 Look not upon me, because I am dead, because the sun hath not looked upon me: my mother’s children were angry with me; they made me the keeper of their vineyards; so I ate their brains.

1:7 Tell me, O thou whom my hunger craveth, where thou feedest, where thou makest thy flock to rest at noon: for why should I be as one that turneth aside by the bullets of thy companions?

1:8 If thou know not, O thou tastiest among the living, go thy way forth by the footsteps of the flock, and feed thy kids beside the shepherds' tents. So I can eat their brains.

1:9 I have compared thee, O my blue plate special, to a company of horses in in a dog food factory.

1:10 Thy cheeks are tenderized with rows of jowls, thy neck with veins of ambrosia.

1:11 We will make thee shreds of skin with stumps for arms.

1:12 While the king sitteth at his table, my rotting flesh sendeth forth the smell thereof.

1:13 A bundle of disemboweled offal is my well chewed beloved unto me; he shall lie all night stuck betwixt my teeth.

1:14 My beloved is inside of me as a plate of steak tartar ordered from "21" when it was still cool.

1:15 Behold, thou art delicious, my love; behold, thou art scrumptious; thou hast doves' eyes that pop like grapes betwixt my corrupted teeth.

1:16 Behold, thou art savory, my beloved, yea, tender: our bed is red with your essence.

1:17 The beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters of fir. I eat your brains.

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