There is nothing sweet or savory about the rotting carcass of a chicken twisted and crushed with cruelty. There is nothing delicious about bloodmouth carnist food. How does it feel knowing your stomach is a graveyard?
I’m sorry, but you just inadvertently wrote the most METAL description of eating a chicken sandwich in the history of mankind.
MY STOMACH IS A GRAVEYARD
NO LIVING BEING CAN QUENCH MY BLOODTHIRST
I SWALLOW MY ENEMIES WHOLE
ESPECIALLY IF THEY’RE KENTUCKY FRIED
Shit, I just _had_ dinner and now I want a chicken sammich as described by Nathan Explosion.
I’m laughing so hard. And now I want chicken. OMG.
I like to think of my stomach as delicious Chicken Heaven.
Twisted and Crushed by Cruelty was the debut single of Icelandic metal legends Odinfreude in 1983, an immediate classic that critics described as: “I felt twisted and crushed by apathy after listening”