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Consumption of flesh as dead tissue is uncreated, Rancid smoke effervesces as your torpid corpse is cremated, Another inert mutilated mess is sent up in flames, An expedient way to obscure the facts,

The mouldy earth crumbles under my pick-axe, The hardened turf gives up its morbid harvest, Cracking the earthen crypt with my rusted spade, Disinterrment of the pieces from where they lay to rest...

Tombstones trampled in my wake, As I see to a matter quite grave, The earth is turned as my claim is staked, Besoiling my pickaxe, trowel and stave, Caskets pounded and splintered ”til they bust, Fle

A sombre study in an ashen shade of grey, The haunting eyes of the lifeless not yet rotten, Embalming fluid stave off incursive decay, Chemicals course through passages that life has forgotten, Prese

I unearth the decomposing corpse, Splintering the musty casket, Seething with excitement, I lay bare the dusty tomb... The pungent aroma of putrescence, Penetrates my nasal passage, Revealing th

Fastened down and secured to the operating table, With scalpels and cutlery I will work upon your aesthetics, A most afflictive process you are made to endure, Without the solacing service of a gener

Nailing the dismembered member to the table, Hammer gleaming in my sweat soaked palm, First excruciating blow to the scrotum is struck, Hammering my genitals into a bloody pulp... Agonizing self

By night I return to the storage shed, Anxious to catch a glimpse of the dead, Nervously, I unbolt the door, Making my way into this abatoir... Hot air rushes out the aperture, A putrid gust of flatt

Cleaving away at any extremity, From his torso his appendages are ripped, Another pass of my chainsaw, And his leg is disjoined at the hip, Cutting with my shoulder blade, His forearm I lustily seize

The sterilized scalpel glistens in the light, Plasma issues forth as it plunges into my skin, Slicing the meat, I gleefully smile, Covering my body with carefully made incisions... The epidermis

Awakened by an unquenchable addiction, To walk hand in hand with death, Exhumed to transcend the walls of the coffin, And search for newly rotted flesh... Casket crushing and dismantling the grave, W

Laid down amongst several thousand tabanid brethren, Wriggling free from a post-natal prison, Incubated in the spume of composting meat, Blindly in search of a necro-pyomorphic feast, Burrowing t

Intracranial inflammation tormenting my addled gray matter, Brings the pressure that builds ”til my skulls set to shatter, The vexating, purulent ulcer that plagues the seat of my reason, Pyosisifyin

In the dissection of flesh and the sawing of bone, I've coaxed confessions from the lips of the dead, Postmortem scrutiny that has clinically shone, The horrifying facts that would have never be

Suffering intolerably from bladder irritability, Emitting septic belches, pungent septic funk, Unable to function because of bowel flaccidity, Interruption of rectal reflex, a constipated gut... F

From deep in the vault comes the sound of flesh cleaving, Limbs are sawed off as mourners are bereaving, Sarcophagi splattered with offal and bile, Tripe drips down the walls of this crypt now defile

Admiring the syphilitic visage, Of the pustule ridden genitals that I adore, Oozing sebum and pus dribbling on the labia, Leaves me panting for more... Vaginal excrements fume and funk, The stench of