Thus spake
The lords of flaky delight
Parted were the clouds
As seething shafts of light
Pierced the veil of
Hunger
With arms
And all flowing robes
Swollen with pulchritude
Did the lords say unto
The withered populace
Let there be
Tuna fronts
Massive walls of blood red flesh
Floating in on gusts of rice
A high pressure system
Of ichthyonic wonder
For all mankind
Forever
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