Cinerous Drops of November Rain.

The anus of a horse, stuck out like a sore thumb.
And He stretched it wide, to reveal our impressive, warm meal.
We each said our cursings, extending glasses to the sun.
Taking 6-pronged forks in hand, to congest the appeal.

He set the prepared "table", a bloodstained gurney.
Fixing heaps of tender meat upon both of our plates.
Eating supper with Lucifer would prove to be a journey...
He came dressed in all black, so fashionably late.

First came the embryo, to start off in style.
The baby's flesh was like ham, sweet and delicious.
Next came our serpent friend, whom we basted in vile...
We devoured him whole, chopped to pieces so vicious.

We seasoned the lamb chops, with paprika and cinnamon.
And crunched down politely upon the intestines of swine.
Passing around human heart, we both could tell it was feminine,
Unlike that of a man's, the blood gushed like fine wine.

Last, but surely not least, came the best part: dessert.
For this extra special course, something would finally survive.
I would not need silverware, for this certain dish to exert...
He smiled rows of pointed teeth, beginning to eat me alive.