Bloodied, torn and twisted Severe mutilation is all that remains Stagnation in shrink-wrap Empty the contents onto the mortuary slab... The morbid, muted body Is dissected, lacerated and shred- Life is hard as a mortuary technician The fumes go straight to my head... The trunk now depleted gristle, with bactericidal decay This discissed disarticulation I bludgeon as I ablate... Diluted spittle, bile and gore Congealing puddles on the floor Grotesquely dismembered As the cavities I harshly sever... Stabbing at the trachea, chest walls I puncture Slicing back flesh I tear, subject to malacia... "Advanced rigor mortis, the corpse internally bruised Kaleidoscopic livor mortis, the carcass a shade of livid blue Joints are stiffened, I now bend and crack The cerebrum pulped, with cranial collapse..." Bodily embalmed and fluids tapped Maceration is oozing, as the insides I unwrap... Finished with the fragments, a mass of stinking waste Spread-eagled bloody mess, I hastily eviscerate...
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