Reaping the Flesh of Zeruel

O arm of god, I tear your flesh like paper
I pry your ribcage open with my bare hands
With these gore-caked fangs, I devour all
Muscle, cartilage, bone; it matters not

Your face mutilated beyond recognition
Crimson, dripping offal trailing from my jaws
Steam rising from the gaping hull of your carcass
On convulsing angelflesh I glut, insatiable

I feed