A taste for rachus

Rachus in rage, let him have his taste.

Rachus the underdog
So fierce and non withdrawing
When his hunger is on
Hell is gonna come up
Your flesh he will rip off
And your blood will be the tasty juice
Your very soft bones he will crunch with no bits left
And the very hard ones he will scrape till its as white as snow
A taste for rachus
A waste for the human
Your bony carcass will be the litter
A little sign of a meal of delight
But for now he is going to rest
Because soon another meal will get in the nest.