Your pulverized torso languishes in its pool of pus Minced, cancerous viscera - gore seeps from the guts My fetid fetish is to excavate the moulding rot I drool my gastric juices as I chomp on you blood-clots Fermenting innards, bubbling with rot Alcoholic pus, dissolves the wooden box I gouge into the chest's cavity to rip out the intestines Slivering soft entrails to release the foaming secretions I suck up the concoction and eat the decay With cankered disgorgement I excrete my gurgling prey Bile, chyme and blood in the offal effervesce I eviscerate the bowels and drink the clotted cess
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