Cut Hunter from HELLo by mr sterile Assembly

Red of the cut, cut becomes a scar
Scar remarks unheard, to the market, name it’s charge
To the belly of lesser beast, to meat at the feast
For the unbefore tasted, novelty to eat
Hunting Cut Hunter

It’s an art-form to be hidden out of sight in plain sight
That surgical precision to eye the prize to slice
The terminal of splitting that opens like a zip
The efforts earns the access, the knife’s a door that's quick
Hunting Cut Hunter

Demand stranger fare, safe practice becomes past
Supply lines cut deeper, global grows the grasp
Hunter turns to trader, trader turns to kitchen
to door, to cook, to pot, to plate, the recombinant admission
Cut the Cut Hunter   

Sated states no colonist, hindsights shy’d lament
Jungles home to many teeth, whose here without defense
The Hunter becomes hunted, the cook becomes consumed
Blood from two into one, the wound becomes a womb
Haunted Cut Hunter

Cut the hunter
Hunt the cut hunter 
The cut hunter 
Haunts the cut hunter

The tongue is razor, exposed is a throat
Jettison your wisdom to the sacrificial escape goat
Profit holds a sword, clear felling serves a need
Doom scroll trickles down, infect the air that we breath 
Haunts the Cut Hunter
Rewarded for a warning, it was a warning ignored
Ghostly in the whisper, that hints of discord
The hunter is hunted by the prey more than food
The city hunts excess like there's nothing here to lose
Haunts the Cut Hunter

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