Hamasaki.

The Ayumi marches into the cellar,
Grabs a baby from the corner,
Gleaming eyes of endless horror,
Teeth ripping off infant ears.

The Ayumi gouges out the tiny eyes,
Licks its lips and takes a bite,
Juicy blood that drips like wine,
It rips the skin of the innocent child.

The Ayumi savours the taste of youth,
Juicy intestines spurt like fruit,
It smiles to show the taste was good,
The crying baby has gone mute.

The Ayumi swallows the little corpse,
Crunching it with chomping jaws,
Crunching on without a pause,
Savouring the taste of a mother's loss.

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